Playing a dangerous game, can you resist giving her a creampie?

Vincent takes a sharp intake of breath as she feels your cock working its way into her hot, slippery folds. You have to slow down as she clenches around you. After all this teasing, stimulation, and finally getting to fuck an unexpected hidden treasure like her, your stamina is hanging by a thread, and you struggle to hold on to what little sense of reason you still have.

Your legs are pressed so tightly against Vincent's bare thighs that your sweat is mingling with hers. Eager to feel every inch of her pussy on your bare shaft, each time you back out of her ever so slightly, you go a little deeper when you push back in. The further inside her you go, the harder it will be to pull out in an emergency. When you bury yourself in the spunky athlete all the way to the hilt, you hear her gasp again and cry out sharply.

Just as you're about to ask if you were being too rough, you see the back of Vincent's head dip lower, and hear the sound of cock sucking begin again in earnest. Jeanette, for her part, looks ecstatically happy in a way she hasn't been since you first laid eyes on her. What a trooper. You smirk and wrap your hands around her midriff for leverage as you start to thrust harder. She's no delicate ingenue. She wants it as hard as you can give it.

You're sure Jeannie has fallen under your evil influence now, and is ready to do what it takes. In spite of all your mischief and dishonesty on this station, you can still walk away with no consequences. All you have to do is quit now, while you're ahead. Let Vincent finish off Jeanette with her mouth and go take another cold shower. Sit on this monster load you've been saving up for a couple more days, and repay Mrs. Glidden with interest for putting you through this ordeal of sweet suffering. You just have to... stop.

An overwhelming sensation of hot slipperiness surrounds you. Vincent's pussy is absolutely gushing with excitement, allowing your rod to glide smoothly against her inner walls. Every little fold and ridge clings to your shaft every time you back out as if she doesn't want to let you go. As intense as the pleasure from fucking her was before, it's doubled - no, tripled - without that pesky condom getting in the way.

When you slow down a little to pace yourself, Vincent starts throwing her ass back at you, engulfing your cock with wild abandon. When you take a firmer hold of her waist to try and regain some control, like any good star athlete, she already has a counter-play ready to go: Vincent tucks her feet in closer together so that her feet are in between yours. Your bare toes curl over the edge of her running shoes as she flexes, squeezing you tighter than ever. And not just your cock... with her stance shifted like this, her inner thighs put a pleasant pressure on your sack.

Most futas would consider being balls deep in a college freshman, with no protection, to be a pretty precarious situation already. But your circumstances really ramp it up to the next level. As Vincent murmurs sensually around the cock filling her mouth and wiggles her shapely ass against your hips, she's blissfully unware that the two firm nuggets she feels pressing against her clit have spent the last 24 hours brewing up a downright unhealthy quantity of semen. A momentary lapse in your will is all that's standing between her and a millions-strong horde of rowdy futa tadpoles.

Sweat runs down the back of your neck as the head of your cock keeps pounding Vinny's sweet, juicy depths. The ball of preserved semen and potent fertility **** that Mrs. Glidden's strap on left deep in you might as well not exist - the cock and balls don't care about what happens to the female plumbing behind them. That's not their department, not their problem.

You feel yourself slipping. Your instincts are taking control. Whatever you might have planned, whatever concerns might be lingering in the back of your mind, are being drowned out by a primal urge...

You lean down and squeeze Vincent's toned, bouncy ass against your hips as you pound her with short, sharp strokes. Each time you only back out of her a little bit before completely burying your shaft in her hot pussy again.

Damn... Mrs. Glidden really had your number with this test of virtue. Avoiding giving anyone a creampie for three days should not be a difficult test of will. But at this rate, you won't even make it one. Maybe... maybe there's something to that whole "divine plan" thing she was talking about? In fact, while barely noticing it, you've already been uttering a prayer for the last few minutes - again and again, you've been breathlessly murmuring "Oh God, Oh God..."

Jeanette is screaming and moaning shamelessly now as Vincent whips her tight lips up and down the length of Jeannie's thick shaft, almost as fast as if she were jerking her off with her hand. Thick globs of saliva are running down the sides of Jeanette's pale cock.

It's a shame the society has such strict (though selectively enforced) ideas about sex and respectability. Both of these young ladies have natural porn-star talent. They could probably pay off their whole tuition costs before graduating just by appearing in holos a few times a month. Then again... your dark thoughts start taking hold again... isn't it better this way?

Put simply, if you throw your sense of reason overboard and pack this erotically androgynous athlete full of your baby batter, she'll have a six-figure incentive to let nature take its course. All you have to do is the one thing that feels the most right in the heat of the moment, and your unruly sperm will rudely barge in on Vincent's family tree.

Vincent, for her part, is putting the lie to your mocking doubts about her ability to take care of business on the front end while getting her pussy pounded. She hasn't stopped slurping enthusiastically on Jeanette's cock, but the feeling of your shaft waggling around in her sensitive depths has made her more energetic than ever. Her athletic lifestyle has given her some truly impressive lung capacity as she deep-throats Jeanette's schlong over and over, pretty eyes flashing up at her nerdy nemesis as her freckled nose rubs against Jeannie's crotch.

"Oh yes, Vinny! I don't care if I get kicked out anymore! Just... s-swallow my c-cum!" Jeanette wails like a banshee as she holds Vinny's head in place, keeping the redhead's lips sealed tightly against the base of her cock. Her balls twitch and a stream of hot semen is fired right down Vincent's throat, not even giving her a chance to taste it.

Vincent pulls her lips off of Jeanette's trembling cock and glares at her for a long moment, her tits swaying softly each time your hips bump up against her ass, and then loudly swallows. "Yuck. Glad that's over." she says flatly.

"I see you blushing, Vinny... I think you enjoyed it." cumming seems to have given Jeanette a shot of confidence as she smirks down and runs her hand through Vicnent's short side-parted hair.

The sporty girl slips Jeannie's hand away and huffs. "Yeah, whatever. I got you recorded." despite trying to sound stoic she is clearly worked up, as she shakes her ass from side to side against your hips. "If there was any question.... mmmf!" a soft, feminine gasp escapes her lips as you give her a particularly sharp thrust from behind, "...about that cock you've been hiding, it'll be gone now."

Jeanette is still breathing heavily, and kneading her cute little breasts together with her hands. "Vinnnyyyyyyy~" she says in that nasal, drawn out way of hers. "You're so cruel... but I guess I really was asking for it back in middle school, wasn't I? I was always tattling on everyone. You're absolutely right. I forgive you... for everything... and I'm really sorry." she squeezes Vinny's shoulders in her hands. "...but you still need to take your medicine."

"'Medicine'? What the... nnnh... hell are you talking about?" you can tell from the way she's tightening up around you that Vincent is very close to her climax. Your efforts to hold on and not spurt yourself into disaster means that you've been edging her relentlessly... leaving her almost at the point of being able to cum, teasing her with it without letting her cross over the point of no return, just like you're doing to yourself.

"Mmmmm.... hmwmmmmm~" Your voice quivers with denied tension. At the very least, you need to make this smug, stoic girl drop her act and make just as undignified a face as Jeannie did.

"I call it... vitamin c... cum..." you punctuate your lame joke with a sharp thrust into Vincent's cunt, making her gasp sharply. You can feel she's getting close.

"Unnhhhhh..." a deep moan escapes her lips and she drops her head for a moment, eyes squeezed shut as she focuses on the feeling of your hard shaft gliding in and out of her while she keeps her thighs pressed together. Every time, it's a sublimely tight squeeze for both of you, as you tickle her most sensitive areas. Alternating between fast, and slowly backing out of her, letting her squeeze your cock as if she doesn't want to let you go.

Your fingers lace themselves around her waist and you begin bucking up and down sharply... and when she is gasping heavily and her pulse is at its quickest, you slam your hips forward and start grinding against her. You lean back and give her your favorite move when plowing a girl from behind. Your tense balls rub over her clit, a hot, warm rubbing surface right when her nerves were on fire.

A tremble runs through Vincent's body. Her mouth goes wide open, and she goes cutely cross-eyed for a moment while a shudder of pleasure runs through her.

"Hee heee!" Jeanette is smiling now, and for the first time, is bold enough to deliver a mocking taunt as she digs her fingers into her pussy. "Aman-da ma-de you cuu-um~"

For the first time Vincent isn't capable of any reply back. Every few moments she gives a soft, feminine grunt in between heavy breaths. Pleasant ripples run through her as she squeezes around you. You're reaching the point of no return.

"You're.... unh... hwmmmm... quite an athlete, Vincent..." you gasp, sweating profusely as you make some tense faces of your own.

...and all of a sudden, the primal part of your brain just takes over. You're balls deep in a hot young tomboy who just came buckets around your hard cock. In such circumstances, 'reproduction' takes priority over 'rational thought'. Words come out of your mouth automatically, without you even thinking.

"Vinceeeent..." you murmur, biting your lip. "I have sooooooo much hot, fertile cum saved up for you. I want to blow my entire load in your pussy."

"Huh...?" Vincent is still breathing heavily, her eyes fluttering. She gulps dryly as she looks back over her shoulder at you. Her hands are still clinging to the edge of the examination table. "Uhhh... okay...?" she's still coming down from the way she just creamed around your dick.

"Oh god, oh god, uh, uh-!" your murmuring voice reaches a shrill crescendo. A shockwave runs through your lower body as you relinquish your burden at last. Your tool shudders and shakes deep inside Vincent, and lightning bolts of pleasure fly inside you. You absolutely have to say spraying the depths of Vincent's pussy with thick streams of jizz is the high point of your visit, if not your entire life. All the teasing, stimulation and frustration you'd endured since yesterday at Valerie's hands is repaid in pleasure and sublime relief.

"Gah! What?" Vincent yelps sharply mid-gasp. She was cumming so much that it takes her quite a few seconds to notice that you're doing exactly what you said you would and dropping a load inside her. Your hard shaft shudders and shakes inside Vincent. Each throb lets her know that another rope of hot jizz is making a mess of her twat.

It seems your adventure with St. Vivians' Academy is coming to a disastrous end the same way that it began: a bluff about a condom and a sporty eighteen-year-old co-ed bent over in front of you, surprised by a sudden flood of your potent seed inside her. An hour's refreshment and a sports drink after Blake rode you was all you needed to knock Jessica up. But Vincent is getting a lot more... after yesterday, you're cumming like a firehose. Even as the first wave of little swimmers are setting off upstream, more and more competitors join the event.

She just blinks at you as she feels you throb inside her again. Despite the fact that she's staring right at you, you squirt one last sticky, white, life-altering rope of cum into her before gradually pulling out. You blew such a huge load inside her that there are strands of cum dribbling back down the shaft of your softening cock. Under ordinary circumstances you'd be worried about accidentally letting some dribble back into your own pussy and making you a "truly single parent" - that happens to futas every so often.

"Oooops!" Jeanette smirks as she fingers herself more deeply. "The condom slipped off! Sorry, Vinnyyyyy, I would've said something, but I didn't want to be a tattletale." for a change, there is no hint of a stutter in her words.

You settle into one of the nearby chairs and look with satisfaction.

Vincent blinks, doing a double take from her to you and back. She straightens up and rests her palms on the table in front of her, still leaning slightly forward against it. That gives you a great view of her tight clam as stream of pearly white futa begins to ooze out. The hot, sticky sensation tickling her sensitive cuntlips makes her gasp. Several thick globs run down her inner thighs, pressed together as they are. When she reacts by spreading her stance out a bit, it leaves sticky trails and heavy droplets of hot cum on both of her legs. As she wiggles, the droplets run all the way down to her knees. With a faint burbling sound, Vinny pushes out a gush of your cum. A few droplets of it fall on the floor and a sticky strand is left dangling from her pussy as she awkwardly shifts her weight from one foot to the other.

"Did you just cum inside me?" Vincent asks, a mounting note of alarm in her voice.

"Whew..." you run a hand over your face and kick your thighs up on the chair in a sultry pose. "I sure did, sexy. I'd been so pent up. I drank a performance-enhancing drink yesterday before my date didn't go as planned. I blew quite a large load in your pussy. I swear to god, I was planning to pull out when we started... but I guess nature finds a way.'"

Just as you're enjoying looking at her pussy dribbling out your enhanced cum, you notice something else. Vincent got a lot of her pussy juice on your sack, but now you're feeling a sticky sensation from behind and underneath it A much more modest amount of semen is leaking out of your pussy, as well. It's over: Valerie got you. You're gonna be arrested - AND she got you pregnant.

At least you get to watch a sexy junior college tomboy moaning softly as she tries to squeeze out the queen-sized load of extra-potent cum you blasted inside her. As far as consolation prizes go, it's not bad. Even though high-potency fertility **** are already being absorbed into your body as Valerie's chastity trap is sprung, you feel confident that your sperm will accomplish their mission first, and beat the man who is competing 'in absentia' across the finish line.

"Are you kidding me?" Vincent says, eyes wide. She spreads her sneakers wider on the faux-wood floor and uses her hands to spread her ass-cheeks wide. "You DO realize I'm not on any birth control, right?"

"What's wrong, are you worried about getting pregnant?" you ask, enjoying the sight of her butt shaking from side to side.

"Uh, yeah! You think?!" Vincent says, mouth open in disbelief.

"When I said I wanted to cum inside you, you said 'okay'." you're unable to stop your own smirk from growing.

"I didn't mean okay, like, 'do it'! I meant, like... 'what the fuck?', it was that kind of 'okay'!" Vincent protests, still breathing heavily. She's still halfway on cloud nine, the more she thinks about it, the more irate she's probably going to get. "Why would you even ask about something like that?!"

Oh well. You've already lost - unless Claire gets neutron pox and spends the next two years in a hospital bed. And even then, her chances of sweet-talking a sexy doctor or two are better than yours of getting to score with anyone in a prison cell, especially on a station like this. No point making up excuses now.

"Why not?" you say. "Futas are like an endangered species, or something. We should never pass up an opportunity to pass along our genes. There's already three girls from Jeanette's school who are going to be having my baby, and that's just the ones I know about. Plus a young businesswoman I had a golf bet with."

Vincent is struck speechless by that. You stand back up and quickly re-dress yourself. "Mmm, now, I'd love to stick around and give you a round two - but Mrs. Glidden from St. Vivians will be waiting on me. Sorry, Jeannie. Looks like I wasn't able to fix things the way I hoped."

"That's alright, ma'am... I know you tried your best." she sighs softly. "Um... Vinny... since she already came inside you and all, would you like to do it some more? I promise I'll make you cum again if you let me, just like she did!"

Vincent pinches the bridge of her nose and lets out a long sigh. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." she says, stomping over to the aid station's toilet, yanking away the curtain, and sitting down on it.

"Jeanette! If you've been fucking all those teachers you've got to know where to get an emergency pill. Get one for me!" Vincent says. Though she's still addressing Jeannie with a sharp tone, her voice is cracking a little now.

"Um, I don't know where to get those either. That's why I'm going to be a mom, Vinny." Jeanette says, folding her hands over her stomach. "I hate to tell you this, but it's much more risky having a futa cum inside you instead of just a guy. Our sperm are really strong. Which got my best friend in the same trouble. Oops."

"Shit, shit, shit!" Vincent's doesn't seem pleased to hear the news that the millions of sperm inside her are of such high quality. Her pale stomach tenses up as she tries to expel more of your cream. "I'm... I'm telling every guy on the midweight team there's a... ah... a pervert futa creeping in the showers! They're going to beat your ass!" She hops up off the toilet seat, still dribbling cum, and pulls her comm device out of her discarded clothes on the floor.

"Now who's a tattletale?" Jeanette says in an annoying, smug tone. You're sort of starting to pity Vincent for having to put up with her back then.

"Oh... uh oh." You suddenly realize that Vincent has already started typing on it. She hikes one of her legs up on the exam table and starts trying to pull more strands of cum out of herself with two fingers, while typing with her thumb.

You can't **** yourself to feel glum as you slip out of the aid station, leaving behind Vincent and Jeanette in their respective predicaments. Your situation isn't as hopeless as it seems. For starters, it's very likely that you and Vincent just made a little athlete. That's something to feel good about. And your score aside, the rest of your situation isn't completely hopeless, either.

You've got one or two cards left to play with Valerie. They might be a problem... IF you had some kind of a sense of shame. Good thing you don't - you did after all spend the last week impregnating college girls at a women's college non-stop, and after getting banned from that college, knocking up one last student at the MEN'S college.

If you can dodge the heat for the smuggling rap Valerie is threatening to slap you with, that'll be good enough. Maybe you can talk your way out of it. It might not be so bad, there are probably a few women out there who are into pregnant futas.... and you'll have a good few months before you start showing, even in a worst-case scenario where that sperm Valerie's strap-on deposited in you hits its mark.

Unfortunately, you don't do so well slipping off the campus stealthily as you thought. As you're trying to discretely tiptoe past a copse of trees separating the athletics fields area from the rest of the colony, things go wrong. From behind the trees trees, a group of five broad-shouldered young men in colored jerseys barge out as one.

"Mmm? Oh dear. Were you looking for me?" you say, defaulting to a sultry tone as they surround you. Their arms, all boasting intimidating swells of muscle, are crossed over their chests.

"Vincent told us what happened." A clean-shaven guy, his close-cropped brown hair done up with frosted tips, steps closer to you.

You giggle and shrug. "Alright, you caught me boys. Are you going to take me to the dean's office, or the athletic coordinator? I'd get in a lot of trouble, I know." You are briar-patching, hoping they do exactly that.

A pair of hands firmly take hold of your shoulders from behind. "Nah, I think we should teach you a lesson off the books..."

........................

An hour later, you're in the back of a police cruiser. And making quite a mess of it, since you lost track of most of your clothes in the confusion and... by this point, could use a shower. To put things mildly.

"So, officer," you say, trying your best to sound sweet and ingratiating, "THAT'S why you found me riding an Oxwood student's lap while alternating between sucking off his two friends standing next to us. I swear, I had no idea that public gang-bangs were frowned upon on this station, I just thought it was a typical how-do-you-do to visitors. Y'know, a way for the boys to show their, uh, school spirit." you use your thumb to wipe a bit of that 'school spirit' off your face.

"You haven't heard of St. Applegate's decency laws?" the man in the front seat stares impassively at you. If not for your enhanced senses picking up his vital signs you'd swear he was an android.

"Yeah," you say with a shrug, "I know something about that... like how stores and commissaries aren't allowed to sell condoms? Don't worry about that - we weren't using any." you try your absolute best to sound innocently befuddled.

The stern, crew-cut man in the front of the cruiser keeps staring at you for a long time. Agonizingly long. The second most agonizing thing you've experienced today, after trying not to cum inside Vincent's twat.

"Alright then." he says at long last. "I'll let you off with a warning this time. Normally, that kind of public lewd conduct and corruption of the youth would be be a criminal offense."

You blink your eyes. Is he jerking you around? You seriously didn't expect that to actually work. "O-oh! I had no idea, I swear to god!"

"Some might arrest you anyway," he says. "But I have a good sense for honest, trustworthy people. I think I'd know if you were lying to me." He then clears his throat. "Also... if you don't mind, would you please keep what happened to yourself, including after you leave the station?"

Oh. Ohhhhh. Now it all makes sense. Those young men are from good families. Families that probably wouldn't want 'caught gang-banging a futa in a public plce' on their records. "Of course not! I don't even know any of their names or anything." you say, fanning yourself. "I don't suppose you could drop me off by the docks, could you? My shower and change of clothes is on my ship, and I wouldn't want to break any more laws..."

All of a sudden your wrist-comm, one of the few things you're still wearing aside from smears of cum, starts ringing.

It's Mrs. Glidden, of course. Who else would it be?