(Perspective change pt 3, final) Patrice comes up with a hasty excuse with messy results and a cream filling for the blonde!

You've never thought you were unintelligent. Just stupid. You always got good grades and could've easily got into St. Vivian's if not for your extra appendage (if you didn't mind taking out a massive loan for the tuition). But common sense isn't your strong suit. You're always doing things without thinking, especially when you get flustered.

And having a sexy blonde bent over a computer desk in front of you sure doesn't help matters. In the moment, only two things matter to you. One is to not be fired and kicked out of the only home you've ever known in disgrace. And the other is to keep fucking Summer's tight pussy. So, after stopping for a moment, you do, even as your boss stares daggers at you.

In between gasps and murmurs, Summer is giggling as the fit track team girl chases Norman the janitor around the study hall, holding her discarded red bloomers in one hand and kicking him repeatedly with her athletic shoes as he feebly protests that it wasn't his fault and that she's dribbling more cum on the floor. "Hee hee heeeee! As, mmm, as much as I would like to tell her right away, I think I'll wait until after winter break and see if Syuuko comes back with a baby bump. Those sports team girls are, ah~!, so smug and haughty. Serves her right. Maybe... ah, ahhhhh~, maybe she'll stop wearing that ugly mannish haircut, too."

While Summer chides her classmate, you whisper quietly, knowing your glasses will pick it up. "Assistant dean, ma'am.... this is a, uh, special investigation. It seems there's a prostitution ring in the academy and I'm... uhhhh... uncovering... I'm undercover to investigate. I'm... collecting evidence on two suspects." You start bucking your hips forward once again, thrusting into Summer and feeling her soft thighs brush up against your own.

"I see." Mrs. Glidden's voice is impassive. You've learned that she has wild mood swings and a volatile temperament that is hard to predict, one way or the other. "I suppose that is beyond doubt. Miss Andrews is a recent arrival so surely she can't be acting on her own. I will overlook your questionable judgment for now, but I expect you to discretely put an end to this atrocious misbehavior and bring me the ringleader responsible within a week. Is that clear?"

Your eyes flutter. Is... is she actually buying it? Holy-rolling Mrs. Glidden is buying your absurd excuse? For some reason, the red-haired futa standing next to Valerie looks very pleased with your answer, as well, and breaks out into a delighted smile. You do likewise, and **** yourself to smile as you rest your hand on Summer's back, picking up the pace once again and thrusting in and out of her cunt with long, forceful strokes. "Yes! Yes! Yes, yes yes!" you sttutter out, nodding your head.

Summer giggles again and shakes her cute bottom against your hips as you thrust. "Yeah, you're getting close, aren't you ma'am? Don't let yourself go just yet, I already flicked off once before you got here so I'm gonna need you to last extra long!" She glances back at you, but fortunately, in the dim light, it's impossible for Summer to tell the difference between the image of Valerie Glidden in the left lens of your glasses, and glare from the computer screen in front of her.

"Very well, Patrice. I strongly suggest you focus your investigation on a sophomore named Tanya Abramov and her troublemaker circle of friends. You know the ones... with their black combat boots, eyeshadow, unnatural hair colors, piercings, and other affectations of their ungodly 'punk' style." Mrs. Glidden nods to herself smartly.

"And," she continues with a slight frown, "you do realize I'll have to transfer that janitor away after this? Patrice, you should've thought more carefully before involving your co-workers. Please, do not 'deputize' anyone else! Especially since that track athlete has reacted so harshly to him doing his sacred duty. If a student ended up beating a staff member so badly that hospitalization was required, it couldn't be kept quiet the way that this sinful fornication can."

"Huhhh...?" The sensations of the first fuck you've gotten in almost seven years are turning your brain to mush. "Duty...?"

"Yes, of course." Mrs. Glidden says. If you didn't know better, you'd think that she has a bit of a horny look in her eyes... her impressive bosoms are heaving softly as she breathes heavily. "I saw the remains of a sacrilegious prophylactic on Mr. Garner's genitals. I assume you told him to prepare it properly so as not to compromise the school's life ethic? Prostitution is wrong in any case, but far worse if done in such a way that it strips the sexual act of its divine meaning."

"Uhh..." your eyes are glazing over as you try to stare past your boss's image at the panties digging into Summer's ass as you pin her hips against the table. "Sure, right, I said to do that."

Mrs. Glidden looks oddly gratified by this. She turns to the futa visitor who'd alerted you to Summer's lewd activities in the computer lab here. "You see, Captain? The spread of immorality in my academy is being curbed, quietly and efficiently. You must feel very foolish right now, thinking you would show me up by bringing Patrice's investigation to my attention."

At this point you don't really care if it is God or the Devil or anyone else giving you such a fantastically lucky day. You'll thank whoever it is. A deep moan escapes your lips as you wrap your hands around Summer's midriff and squeeze her, even as she is squeezing the life out of you. "I'll... do my best and get the job done!" you say loudly, to both your schoolgirl paramour and your superior.

"You'd better! Or else you're gonna pay double, don't forget! Mmmmmmhhh!" Summer wiggles her bottom from side to side, allowing you to feel the stimulation of her slick inner walls sliding against the sides of your cock.

The redheaded futa captain pushes Mrs. Glidden aside and brings her face close as she stares at the screen on her end. "Hey, wait a second!" she says. "Look, your security guard's wearing a rubber, too! How do I know it's not just a coincidence that the other one broke?"

Mrs. Glidden huffs. "If it will satisfy your curiosity, we will watch until the end. Though you're only delaying your reckoning." She doesn't look at all disappointed about 'needing' to do that.

Uh oh.

Summer, for her part, is sticking one hand between her legs to rub her sensitive clit, while using the other to control the computer. Now that the track team girl has finally dashed off to the showers, the janitor has locked the door of the study hall and is feverishly trying to clean up the evidence of their tryst. Still craving more, Summer closes the live feed and goes back to one of the conventional pornographic sites she'd had open in other tabs, of a woman in a shredded maid costume getting triple-penetrated by well-hung futas... volume still maxed out.

"Um," you whisper, slowing your strokes into Summer's greedy snatch, "actually this young lady happened to find a condom laying around and asked me to wear it, so it probably will hold up... but I'm a futa anyway, so that's for the best, right...?"

Mrs. Glidden's eyes go wide and she purses her lips irately, taking a deep breath. "Absolutely not! What's wrong with you, Patrice? If there's no hole it, you are literally spitting in the face of God by wearing that thing! Prostitution is wrong, a futanari using her unnatural cock is wrong, but neither of those venal sins come close to the mortal sin you are engaging in now! You've placed your immortal soul, and that of the young woman, at grave risk! Get rid of it, for God's sake!" It's a good thing that the sound is coming through the arms of your glasses at low volume, so Summer can't hear what the dean is saying.

Your face goes pale and your stomach tightens. Not just your stomach.... with the worst timing imaginable, you can feel your nuts throbbing as they anticipate unburdening themselves for the first time since last weekend when the new fashion magazines were delivered. "I can't... I can't do that!" you gasp loudly.

"No excuses!" Summer squeals again, grabbing her own ass cheek with one hand. She still thinks you're talking to her. "Make me cum or face the consequences! That was the deal!"

"Ms. Broadhurst!" On the screen, Valerie leaps up from her seat and pushes her face close to the camera, staring at you intimidatingly. "You WILL take that condom off right away, or losing your job in disgrace will be the LEAST of your worries! Is that clear?!"

You gulp and nod sheepishly. You've always been terrible at saying 'no', especially to figures of authority.

A needy ache fills your lower body as you withdraw your rubber-covered cock. In the dim light, your safely-wrapped-up cock is glistening wetly. "Unnh... Miss Andrews... you feel so good. I'll definitely make you cum, but I have to take a short safety break." You cringe at being **** to lie like this... 'safety break' is the precise opposite of what you're doing. To placate your mischievous paramour, you stick two of your fingers in the cute blonde's snatch and use a third to tickle her clit while you finger her. She keeps murmuring in contentment. The room is absolutely filled with the musky smell of her excitement at this point (and yours, too). She scrolls forward towards the end of the video she'd pulled up, looking for the moment when the woman on screen is bent over a table by one of the futa pornstars in the same position she's enjoying.

Maybe Ms. Glidden will hang up and I can put it back on... or I'll just pull put and say it was an accident, you say to yourself as you wrap your thumb and forefinger around the base of your cock. Shivers run up and down your spine as you stealthily roll the condom back up the eager, twitching shaft. Silently, the rubber falls to the floor, coming to rest against one of Summer's white tennis shoes.

Steeling your nerves, you fumble with your hard cock in one hand and drag the bare head up and down against the warm slit. There is no way you would've believed it if, this morning, somebody told you you'd be fucking a freshman student, let alone that you'd be going bareback.

"Mmmm, that feels nice, Missuz Broadhurst," Summer says, reaching back with a hand. You gasp, worried she'll feel your bare cock, but instead her hand goes lower to massage your balls. "but I think you're cheating!"

"Huh?! H-how did you know?" you ask. You should be relieved. If she catches you with a bare cock, that would be ideal... wouldn't it? She would put an end to the scandalous tryst without drawing the watchful administrator's ire. So why do you feel a panic-inducing sense of disappointment...?

"You want to make me cum with your fingers, hee hee~!" Summer gives your nuts a squeeze that makes your eyes bug out. "Trying to get out of the trap I have you in! You don't wanna have to pay double! But I said... quite clearly..." she actually pauses the video she's been watching so you can hear. "...I want you to make me cum with that big, thick futa sausage! Now stick it in, and don't dare pull out again until I'm cumming harder than this lady in the video!"

Clenching your jaw, you aim your cock carefully with your hand. "You should be careful what you wish for, Miss." you snort.

And then, all doubts fading away, you slide all seven inches of your girthy, throbbing truncheon into Summer's velvety cunny in a single stroke. You don't stop until your balls are nestled firmly against her dribbling cuntlips.

The sensation is nothing like before. You didn't realize just how much work that condom had been doing in stopping you from losing yourself immediately. You can feel every square inch squeezing down on you, compressing your hard cock ever so slightly. "Ahhhhh! Oh heck yeah!" Summer cries out as you fill her. "Oh that thick thing feels so delicious! Hurry up, start moving!"

It's a struggle to hold on as you back out and then push into her again. And again. You can already feel ominous shivers running through your cock.

Another voice comes into your ears as the redhead futa pushes her way back in front of the screen so she can watch, massaging her own tits with her hands and licking her lips. "Oh that poor security guard. I can only imagine how long she's been carrying around that thick load of cum with nowhere to put it..."

You swallow dryly as you sink into Summer down to the base again and shimmy your hips up and down and then side to side, twisting your hard shaft around in Summer and making her squeal with delight. Your hands slither up her nubile body and clasp around her perfect-sized, Goldilocks-zone titties as you lean into the scandalous fuck.

Your unwanted audience member continues, resisting Ms. Glidden's efforts to push her away. "I bet your balls are churning like crazy right now. They have a mind of their own, don't they? And so do all the millions of frisky little devils they're getting ready. They don't care about your job or what society would say. All they know is that there's a fertile young lady in front of them and it's their job to knock her up and perpetuate the species."

"Captain, please...!" The purple-haired administrator half-in-frame bites her lip and seems to be suppressing a moan of her own.

Unfortunately, the image is already in your mind. As Summer's plaid miniskirt rustles with the **** of your thrusts you imagine it riding low under a swelling tummy... the delicate breasts in your hands swelling up to milky d-cups.... her white polo tee-shirt unable to hide the evidence of your lack of self-control. If you can't hold back, this teasing blonde minx might become a mother before she even chooses a major.

Damn it... you try to distract yourself and endure until the dean looks away by thinking of... lunch? Your favorite snack? Which is... a little soft, golden cake full of creamy white filling. Ooops.

The tingling pressure of your balls surrounded on all sides by smooth, soft thighs - Summers and your own - drives all rational thoughts from your mind. Yes! You want that! You can't deny it any more! You wanna give her that cream filling!

"Oh fiddlesticks..." you groan helplessly as you start pistoning in and out of her pussy, pinning her against the desk as you grip her shoulder firmly with one hand. Summer is no longer making cute teasing comemnts but is panting and gasping as she throws her lovely ass back at your hips. The sound of skin slapping against skin overwhelms the sound effects from the video on the screen in front of her. "I can't hold it. I'm going to cum inside you, Miss!"

You feel a shudder run through Summer's pussy and, as if it was possible, it gets even wetter around your tool as she gushes all over you. Warm dribbles run down your inner thighs... her juice and yours mingling together. A rumble builds in your ballsack as you slide into her all the way down to the base, feeling her sweaty cotton panties and bouncy ass rubbing against your hips... and nature takes its course.

"Nyuhhhh! Auuuuhhhhh!" Summer cries out inarticulately. "This thick thing is making me... EEEEE!"

SPLURT. PLFFRP.

The tension snaps and a firehose-like torrent of hot, sticky semen bursts forth from your glans. Your cock shakes and shudders uncontrollably as the enormous load you've been brewing up for the last 20 minutes sprays wildly in the depths of Miss Andrews' defenseless pussy. Rocked by the waves of her own pleasure, the brace-faced blonde bent over in front of you is blissfully unaware that with each passing second, millions more lively little futanari tadpoles are being unloaded deep inside her. The condom next to her shoes might as well be a million lightyears away for all the protection it'll offer her.

There's so much sweat pouring down your reddened face that your glasses slip off and bounce off Summer's hips before falling to the floor. A tunnel vision takes you over and your eyes flutter. You are beyond lightheaded... darkness closes in on your vision of Miss Andrews bent over and overtakes you. Numbness covers you and you flop backwards heavily.

Snapping you back to reality is a sharp stinging sensation on your face. Then another one. Slowly your eyes flutter back open.

Pants tangled up around your ankles, you have flopped backwards into the swivel chair behind you. It's a good thing it didn't get kicked too far away, or else you would've hit the floor when you momentarily fainted.

SMACK! This time you can see what the stinging feeling is from, as Summer slaps you across the face a third time, leaving a red welt. She's still half-undressed, her boobs clearly on display, wearing nothing but her hiked-up plaid miniskirt, panties, and shoes.

This time you can't see the glint of her braces... because she isn't smiling. Her lips are pursed tightly like she'd bitten into a lemon.

"Um... uh...." you grope for words as you awkwardly fumble with your glasses and get them back on. It seems your superior was satisfied with the result, because the channel has been closed.

With a flick of her wrist, Summer tosses something at you. The wadded up red condom, quite obviously empty, bounces against your face, making you flinch.

"I... guess I had a little case of butterfingers there, didn't I?"

"One. Thousand. A. Week. Every week. All three years." Summer says. The cutesy sing-song affectation is gone from her voice. When she turns back around and bends over to retrieve her discarded bra and shirt, thighs squeezed together, you see her clean-shaven pussy leaking a thick stream of pearly white cum, dribbling down her inner thighs and all the way past her knees. You blew so much piping-hot cum in this girl that she's not just going to need a change of underwear, she's going to need a change of socks, too.

"Oh gracious..." you say, still breathing heavily. Huge sweat stains are spreading from both armpits of your tight dun-colored uniform top and your bra is just as soaked as if you'd jumped in the swimming pool.

Summer is still muttering under her breath as she hikes one of her feet up on the computer table and sticks her fingers between her legs to try and scoop out some of the thick, creamy jizz you pumped her full of. "Fucking stupid fat-ass bitch." It seems she is no longer in the mood to use mild, family-friendly euphemisms in place of profanity. Funnily enough, it was just yesterday that you had to reprimand a student for putting her shoes up on the tables in one of these rooms. You start to tell her to keep her sneakers on the floor where they belong, but think better of it.

"Crap..." you struggle to suppress a nervous laugh. "Norman isn't gonna be happy with me when I tell him he has another set of cum splatters he needs to clean up..."

But in your mind, you are silently giving thanks. Not to God, who you're pretty sure is gonna have some very pointed things to say to you when you meet Him. But to that mischievous futa captain. Maybe going to Hell won't be so bad, if you have company like her.