Between pleasuring your new admirers, you treat yourself to some live viewing, and see another futa at work increasing the population!

"Those look expensive."

It was the only thing you could think of to say, looking down at sexy raven-haired Ludmilla's fancy belly button piercing with no less than seven glittering gemstones in it. Granted, jewels are easy to manufacture with modern tech, but there is still a big market for "genuine" ones with an inscription of authenticity. After all, girls don't love jewelry just because it's shiny. Being expensive is the whole point. "They probably were. You'd have to ask my dad."

On the one hand, a response like that might give some futas a pang of guilt. It's a reminder that each of these young college girls whom you've been dumping fertile loads in (with no intention of sticking around afterwards) is, after all, somebody's daughter.

...but, on the other hand, a father whose idea of an appropriate gift for his young adult daughter is a diamond-studded navel piercing probably realizes she isn't living a chaste lifestyle. It seems unlikely that many, if any, of the parents of girls here on St. Applegate are unaware that their precious little angels are fucking like rabbits at a school like this.

At the moment, those sparkling gems are heaving softly up and down with her tummy as Ludmilla pants, her uniform laying discarded on the bathroom countertop and her legs still wrapped around your waist. She belongs to a distinct minority among your recent lovers, which gives you a certain respect for her - unlike the two dozen or so girls who you needed to trick with rigged condoms, pretending to put on one, or promises to pull out, Ludmilla never said anything about any of that. Her only demand regarding your thick futa cock was that you hurry up and stick it in her.

"Unnnhhhh..." Ludmilla groans. "That was... nice." she puts a hand over her mouth and murmurs pleasantly. "I had high expectations for a porn star. And you met them... adequately. Oh, damn - I have a date with my boyfriend coming up in like, 2 hours. Personally, I don't think it counts as cheating if it's with a futa, but I don't want to have that argument with him... I need to go jump in the shower. We'll have to settle our academic debate later, Captain. I still think your and Professor Hochman's theory doesn't hold up."

She casually slides off the bathroom counter. "You go ahead and leave, now." she dismisses you breezily with a wave of her hand. "I don't want anyone to see me leaving with you."

Smirking with satisfaction on the way out, you decide to warm yourself back up and gently remind your genitals that their work isn't done for the day by going to watch some of the video your camera was picking up.

First, you quickly check your messages. Alas, it seems that when you are seducing young women at a place like this rather than taking the easy route of offering quid-pro-quo, they expect to be taken on a 'date' first. Only Ludmilla, Corrie, and two others were willing to settle for a quickie. You'll probably have to choose only one, or at most two, of the girls asking for dates this evening after classes, since you can't be in multiple places at once.

You aren't upset, though. You're far from feeling deprived by this point. On the contrary, if you hadn't gotten those enhancement injections, your balls would probably be giving out from the stress of producing so many voluminous loads after four straight days like this.

The first video, from almost immediately after the janitor put the camera in, is almost tame. A cocoa-skinned, frizzy-haired girl in her cheerleader outfit meeting up with a blonde, muscle-bound, handsome young man in a football jersey. That would be a visitor from St. Applegate's less-famous but still prestigious men-only college, and part of the football team no less. They seem to know eachother, because they start making out without hesitation. The cheerleader tells the jock that she's out of condoms so he'll have to settle for a blow, but he talks her into climbing on his lap and riding him raw.

"What a fine, upstanding young man," you say to yourself. Sure enough, he doesn't manage to keep his promise to pull out, much to his girlfriend's consternation. "Even though the vast majority of kids seeded by a futa turn out to be girls, I'll surely have at least a few sons of my own soon, just by the law of averages. I'd be proud if some of them grew up to be like him."

There's an amusing postscript - while the cheerleader is complaining about how it's a risky day for her, the door swings open and another girl barges in, looking annoyed. You see there's a strong family resemblance to the visiting football player. "Oh Em Gee, seriously bro?" she seems more annoyed than angry. "I've been waiting for, like, half an hour! 'Coming to wish me a happy birthday', huh?"

"Hey, c'mon," the boy says, flashing her a confident smile, "it's my birthday too. Candi here insisted on giving me my present early."

"And you, Candice!" the blond girl huffs, looking at the cute ebony cheerleader. "I asked if you were dating my twin brother and you said 'no'!"

"I wasn't!" the cheerleader whines defensively as she pulls her outfit back on. "But when you asked I started thinking about how well-built he was, and..."

The sister groans and rolls her eyes. "What-EVER! You are both so shameless." she leans out of the room and mutters to someone back in the hall: "Cho, we're gonna have to find another room to 'study' in, this one is occupied."

...

It only takes a little bit of fast-forwarding to get to the next 'fun' section. Much to your excitement, you see that this one is right up your alley. It's another student, but this time, she's with a female teacher. And oh, what a female teacher! Doing a quick search, you can see that she is 'Mrs. Lopez', 43 years old, a stellography and foreign language teacher. Unlike the formal blouses many female teachers wear, Mrs. Lopez is wearing a sleeveless orange minidress that hugs and flatters her figure so tightly that she probably needs a power-assisted zipper to get into it. A tall, ravishing woman with long jet-black hair and deep tan skin, Mrs. Lopez's stiletto pumps make her tower over the petite, mousy schoolgirl she's dragging after her. Said schoolgirl is one of the more modest-dressed ones you've seen, with her brown hair in an unassuming bob cut and a blouse and skirt that don't show any midriff.

"Um, uhhh, um," the student stutters nervously, "Missus L, you did remember to being a, uh, y'know... the thing?" even recorded, the petite girl's voice sounds somewhat familiar but you can't quite place it.

"Oooooh," Mrs. Lopez's voice is like liquid silk. "I tried to, my little flower, but all the condoms in my nightstand mysteriously vanished. I'm sure my husband had nothing to do with it, hm hm hm. And I simply have had no time to sneak out to the pharmacy. It has been suuuuuch a busy week. I really need some help relaxing~" she brushes her beautiful flowing hair with a hand.

"B-but," the shorter, petite girl says as her teacher takes her in her arms and begins planting kisses on her cheeks, "if you order one online they'll send a drone! I don't mind waiting a few minutes!"

"And pay those outrageous delivery fees? It would be four times as much as the condoms themselves!" Mrs. Lopez says with a feminine flick of her wrist. "Besides, Jeanette, I had to skip breakfast today after that lazy husband of mine said he 'didn't feel like' cooking. And I am soooooo hungry." she plants a line of kisses all the way down young Jeanette's neck and seductively unbuttons her blouse, exposing her adorable pink polka-dot bra... which quickly gets yanked down to reveal some modest-sized but perfectly kissable boobies.

A surge of desire runs through you. It's a real treat to get to see a futa aside from yourself at work, for a change! You bite your lip and decide this is too good to watch on a tiny screen. You dash off to find an unoccupied computer lab with a 3D screen you can watch the action on.

A few minutes later, you've plugged your wrist-computer into a nice big-screen and are immediately glad you did, grabbing a set of headphones and putting it on. You hike up your miniskirt and free your straining hard-on from the confines of your panties, already recovered from your trysts with Corrie and Ludmilla. Fortunately you had a little squeeze bottle of lube in your purse. You get the feeling you're going to need it, as you press play again.

Mrs. Lopez sensually sways her hips as she does a short, smolderingly erotic dance with her student, dipping the younger girl in her arms and kissing her passionately on the lips. Despite her **** earlier, Jeanette is clearly getting into it. The tall, tanned latin beauty gives Jeanette and the camaera a great view of her ample caboose as she goes over to a desk and starts to strip down.

Just as you're excitedly wondering if the sensual teacher is as well endowed in the dick department as she is in the ass department, your eyes widen in surprise: when Mrs. Lopez unzips her tight tube dress and drops it to the floor, the only thing visible through the surface of her red silk panties is some fine camel toe. "But..." you whisper, "why were they talking about condoms? Does that mean...?"

Jeanette the mousy student gulps loudly and visibly crosses her fingers. "I guess I'll just have to be really, really careful this time..." she murmurs as she slides off her miniskirt. You gasp in pleasant surprise. Jeanette's panties are so strained by the *huge* erection she has down there that she visibly struggles to get them off without tearing them to shreds. 11 inches of hard, veiny glory are pointing aggressively at Mrs. Lopez, bobbing and waggling as she daintily kicks off her loafers. Combining her short stature with that beast, this young lady could easily give herself a tit-fuck if she was as well-endowed up top as she is between her legs.

"Oh ho ho," you chuckle to yourself. "Naughty girl. So much for that school rule about not allowing futas to enroll. She must be amazing at sleight of hand to hide THAT, with so many gorgeous women flouncing around her every day. I bet I know how she convinces any teachers who catch her with a hard-on not to turn her in to the administrators."

Jeanette keeps her legs tight together as she eats Mrs. Lopez out, forcing her giant cock to slide and grind against her own soft inner thighs. Despite the nervousness in her voice, you can see from that position that her cute little pussy is getting quite wet, as well... so much so that dribbles of her own excitement are starting to trickle down over the surface of her balls.

In your eagerness you try to fast forward - but you can't. You glance at the time stamp. Oh, shit - this is live! You grip yourself painfully hard as you fight an internal battle. It's been so long since you got to rail a lovely futa while she fucks another woman, thrusting into two cunts at once with each motion of your hips. Logically, you know that there is no possible way that you can just barge into that study hall and ask these two ladies you've never met if you can turn their rendezvous into a three-way... especially since that would raise some hard questions (no pun intended) about how you knew they were in there and would likely lead to your incredibly illegal hidden camera being found. Having to just sit here and watch is **** - but it's a sweet kind of ****.

Mrs. Lopez hikes her shapely brown thighs in the air, still wearing her stiletto heels, red panties dangling around one ankle. The futa schoolgirl adorably bites her lower lip as she eases her bare cock into her stunning teacher's pussy. She starts slowly, stretching out Mrs. Lopez's petals an inch at a time as she feeds this sexy cougar some sausage.

"Oooh, Jeanette - you don't have to be so gentle. I don't want you to be. I want you to fuck me hard, you dirty little girl!" she gives Jeanette's ass a spank with her hand and urges her onward, resting her heels on Jeanette's shoulders as she starts to thrust away. Thanks to the high fidelity sound you get to hear every slap of the student's petite against her teacher's ass. Your lower body burns and throbs with need as you watch Jeanette plow Mrs. Lopez's brains out, soon losing herself to the rhythm and thrusting at a frantic pace. It's a good thing that you didn't end up offering to sell a cheat sheet to that student. There's no way you would've been able to resist taking a ride on that glorious shaft. And, by the way you can see Jeanette's pale balls flushing red as she builds up a massive load, the odds aren't good you would walk away without a bun in the oven.

"Ah! Ah! Oh yes, Jeannie! Rub my clit, just like that! You are suuuuch a good student! I can see that you've remembered everything I taught you the first time, my flower!" Mrs. Lopez gasps in a husky voice. Her hips quiver and you can tell that she's already cumming from whatever Jeanette is doing with her fingers. "Oh my goodness! I just... I just came so hard. My husband never makes me cum like that anymore. But no stopping! Please, oh please, keep going...!"

"Oh. Ohhhhhh." Jeanette's lithe body is visibly trembling. You can see sweat already running down the back of her neck. "I'm sorry ma'am, I don't think I can! I can't hold it much longer!" How you wish you could join them... the temptation is overwhelming. So close and yet so tantalizingly unreachable.

"Nooo, don't stop! I want more!" the older woman groans lustily.

"But ma~~~'am," the schoolgirl whines in her high pitched voice, "the last doctor I went to said that I had an... oh that's good... uh, an abnormally high..." she says the next words in a tiny voice as if she is embarraseed, "sperm count, even for an 'f-word'. I've got to pull out right now, I can't last any longer in your hot coochie!" she pushes her hands against Mrs. Lopez's breasts and tries to back out of her.

...but she doesn't get very far. Those long, luscious brown legs slip down from her shoulders and wrap around her waist. As Jeanette feels the high heels poking her in her upper back she squeals in alarm. "M-Missuz Lopez! Let me go!"

It's not quite clear if Mrs. Lopez is leg-locking her monster-cocked futanari student on purpose, or if it's just a reflex in the throes of pleasure. But the only response she gives is a throaty moan: "Oh Jeannie, sweet sweet Jeannie, I'm cumming again!"

"Ah... AH! AH!" Jeanette is pulled into her teacher's dripping pussy again and again, her awkward struggles to pull out only heightening the pleasure for both of them. Mrs. Lopez is much taller and stronger than her, so she doesn't have a prayer. "I'm... I'm...!" her breathy voice raises to a crescendo and then, at last, says in a tiny, squeaky voice as she goes balls deep one last time: "Oh, darn it."

SPLURT. You bite down on a groan of your own as you see Jeantte's hips convulse fatefully. As Mrs. Lopez keeps pulling her in and out again and again you see a ring of frothy, freshly-churned cum building up around the edges of the teacher's stretched cunt. Jeanette can do nothing but moan mindlessly as she cums. By the time Mrs. Lopez releases her leg-lock, she is clearly spent and collapses awkwardly onto the floor, fainted dead away.

"Ah... that was..." the sexy teacher halfway sits up on her elbows and then looks worried. "Oh no! Jeanette, baby, are you alright?!" she asks, her voice full of concern.

Jeanette, on the floor, is hiding her face in her hands. "I can't believe it... I'm so sorry ma'am. What if you get p-p-pregnant now...?"

"Don't worry yourself about it dear," Mrs. Lopez says in her throaty voice. "My shameless tomcat of a husband won't dare say anything. And you know, little Tomas was just saying he was jealous of some of his classmates who have siblings..." she says with a smirk.

You put the camera feed on pause and start furiously fingering yourself. You are gritting your teeth and can scarcely even breathe. What a privilege to see such a thing! Although you've been getting up to some very filthy shenanigans yourself, you can't very well go back in time. You've never regretted dropping out of college so much as you do right now. Granted, your college was nothing like this place, but if there was even a 1% chance of you getting to do what that Jeanette girl just did, it would've been worth all the drudgery and boredom. Every time she attends her vivacious stellography teacher's class for the rest of the year she'll get to slowly see her mature body swelling up, and all the while, knowing that she's responsible.

This real, freshly recorded material is scratching an itch that all your trawling of the vast, filthy holonet never could. There's plenty of high resolution smut out there, and although there isn't enough involving futas like yourself, in your opinion, it isn't that hard to find. It's not even hard to find material with internal cumshots, or with suggestive dialogue about breeding. But staged stuff can't compare to the real thing.

With a pang of regret, you realize that you're going to need to delete everything that you've recorded in this school before you leave. Screwing these sexy students is one thing, but holding onto voyeuristic pornography of them, let alone sharing it with anybody else, is even more illegal than most of your other questionable activities here. These young women come from rich and influential families - putting them in porn videos is the kind of shit that could get bounty hunters with "dead or alive"on their contract sent after you. Plus, since none of the girls consented to being recorded, it would be pretty unethical... you guess. Even the recording with Blake, which you're legally entitled to keep because of where it took place, you can never show to anybody else.

...oh, hell! You suddenly realize that you haven't been checking your messages, or the time. Not only that but there was a member of the cheerleading squad who said she wanted to 'meet up in person'! You fumble around quickly with your message, trying to ignore the needy throbbing in your loins. And, sure enough, the worst has come to pass. You have 4 missed messages from the cheerleader.

'Hello, Captain? I'm here waiting ;)'

'Hey s3xxy. I can't wait to get to see if you live up to the hype on screen. I was soooo~ jealous of that actress'

'Um, hello? U coming? (not like that, lol... except maybe'

' oh, I see how it is. found someone else, huh? well here's what u missed out on bitch >;P' Attached to that message is an **** close-up upskirt shot of a snug pair of panties with cartoon dolphins printed on them.

You furiously tap back a message telling her to wait up because you were giving another lecture and you'll be there in five minutes. But the reply dashes your hopes: 'nope, sorry. I found out I got sumthin better to do (or someone, lol). mayb next time u come to give a lecture, try again'

A painful cringe seizes your beautiful face. Looking through your messages you see that a few others among Professor Hochmann's class were expressing interest but they all said they have a full schedule until much later in the day. The soonest is one who says she can 'maybe' meet up with you to 'hang out for a lil' bit' in two and a half hours.

Two and a half hours? You feel like you'll explode by then. Watching that amazing scene with Mrs. Lopez and her student kicked your body into overdrive. It seems that your lower body didn't get the memo from your brain that you couldn't just stroll into the room where that steamy tryst was happening and ask 'Room for one more?' With all your pheromonal and facial analysis enhancements, your ability to seduce is borderline superhuman, but even you have to acknowledge your limitations.

You start grinding your teeth, tucking yourself down between your pale thighs. It feels like you're sitting on a boiling pressure cooker threatening to burst. You are now starting to see the downside to those black market fertility enhancements you'd injected yourself with, and one of the reasons they're illegal in the first place. In order to function they need to be responsive to your thoughts and libido, but that means that if you think you're about to get some action and then miss your opportunity, the resulting case of blue balls goes from frustrating to downright painful. Even now, your nanite-enhanced orbs are frantically churning out millions of swimmers and flooding the rest of your body with a volatile cocktail of hormones, and you can't just tell them to stop!

It looks like you'll need to resort to manual release. And, in your folly and hubris, you forgot to pack extra tissues in your purse. You take off the headphones to look around for some... but just then, you notice there are faint, feminine whimpers and gasps reaching your keen hearing. You glance at the screen, thinking you left it playing and the futa schoolgirl and her teacher went for a round two... but, no, it's still paused.

You hear the faint rustling of cloth. Did someone come into this darkened computer lab while you were entranced by that steamy scene without you noticing, or being noticed in turn?