Valerie makes you promise not to get into TOO much trouble in your weekend... can you keep to it?

At first you considered inviting Jeanette off for a little bit of fun. But she has a job to do; the geeky young futa needs to be saving up every drop of her seed to make sure she gives Professor Hochman her just desserts. You wish you could get your hands on what that buxom, bespectacled blonde ball-buster was showing off to her class the day she invited you in for the lewd 'history lesson' that scored you several hook-ups with her students, once they saw your cock in action.

But you wouldn't dream of denying Jeanette the sweet taste of **** when she sees her manipulative, domineering professor, who'd used her as a money-making sideline, having her tummy swell up during the following semester, unable to hide it from the same schoolgirls she so often chastises for their lackadaisical, slutty ways. Professor Hochman isn't even married - quite ironically for someone who talks as much as she does about godly doctrine, she's entered her 40s as a childless, never-married bachelorette. Jeanette might need more than one go to get it done - so she'll need to make the first time really memorable to her professor, to make sure she submits to the ongoing ****.

Besides... you do still have a bet to win, and a shopping mall on a saturday is a perfect place to cruise. A lot of St. Vivians students go here to shop on weekends, after all. Plus young professionals like Caitlyn and Belinda. Before you do anything else, you feel like you really ought to make a circuit of the mall to see if Caitlyn happens to be here, so you can 'bump into' her. And even if she's not here you can surely manage to charm the panties off someone.

Surely Valerie won't notice you being gone for another hour or two, will she?

....

Less than an hour later, it turns out that yes, she will.

You're in a crowded changing room in a clothes store, delicate soft-skinned hands are sliding down your skirt after pulling off your bra and tossing aside your breezy crop-top. Dainty fingers unleash your unholy beast. A musical giggle floats up to your ears and a warm pair of lips engulfs your cockhead, licking at it like a lollipop. And just then you get a sudden video call request. Panicking and not wanting the owner of those hot lips bent over in front of you to notice, you awkwardly type a response on your wrist-pad behind your back in an impressive feat of dexterity that, nevertheless, produces so many spelling errors that not even the built-in AI can fix them all.

'Hey babe whats up' you reply.

'Amanda, why didn't you accept my request for a video call?' Valerie's reply appears in your retinal implants, obviating the need to conspicuously turn to look at the screen.

'i cunt right now therh to much baccgorund noise'

'You have made a commitment to me and sworn an oath to God, Amanda. You should show appreciation for the level of mercy I have extended you. The 'trial' of my Academy's students is over, as is yours. Don't think I will tolerate you pushing the limits of my forebearance.'

Even in text, Valerie's stern voice comes through clear as a bell, in your mind. Unfortunately the imagined sound of her voice is drowned out by the real sound of the blonde slurping noisily as she bobs up and down on your cock. In the narrow confines of the dressing room the sound is overwhelming, and overwhelmingly lewd. It's a good thing Valerie doesn't have a backdoor to ****-start a video call like she did to poor Patrice while she was banging that naughty girl in the computer lab.

'can you please call back l8r im in a crowded space rn', you reply.

'Don't think I will just let you get away with anything, now! I have access to your wager contract, remember? If I find out that you snuck out to the mall to go around impregnating girls just a few years older than my daughter, my wrath will be terrible!'

You type your reply back more carefully, using one thumb on the keypad and your left hand to urge the woman giving you head to take the cock all the way to the back of her throat:

'Absolutely not. I swear to God I will not leave one drop of seed in any girl young enough to be your daughter today.'

There's a pause before Valerie's reply. 'Very well. I will hold you to that. Since you are already there, you can pick up a few outfits for us. I have some ideas I would like to try out.'

You close the message and sigh heavily as you resist the urge to cum after receiving such an impressive blowjob technique. The woman in the changing room with you stands up.

Marcie is her name. You chatted her up when she was dropping off her kids at the holo-arcade, after you saw her give you a horny look. And that move paid off in spades. She has wavy, dyed blonde hair, and is wearing a pastel pink crop-top and a denim miniskirt, a little more daring than most of the moms at the mall today. The lines around her mouth and eyes show that she's not as young as she once was, and her breasts have a bit of a sag to them. But the feel of her smooth abdomen in your hands as you pull her crop-top off, making her giggle, implies that she is still 'cheating' a little with technology to keep her body supple and sexy.

"Ohhh, I can tell you liked that. I'm glad to see my skills haven't gotten too rusty. I was actually worried you might blow before we got to the main event." she says in a sultry voice.

Marcie hikes her leg over your hip as she plants kisses on your breasts, and you pull her white panties aside. You wait to see if she says anything about using a condom - but she doesn't.

That's excellent news, of course. After that last shameless week, with only the librarian and Ms. Glidden herself under your belt so far, you have a lot of catching up to do in the 'MILF breeding' department. Somewhere in a nearby holo arcade there are a couple of snotty teenage boys blasting holographic aliens, not realizing that just a few hundred meters away, a mischievous futa is about to be doing a different kind of blasting and hopefully making them a half-sibling.

......

Not long after that, while you are seeing if there are any more hot moms who might be DTF with a futa, there's another call request. You're about to push mute when you see it isn't from Valerie this time. It's from someone called 'Patrice'. It takes you a moment to remember that was the dorky futa security guard's name. Since it provided such a lovely show the last time you decide you will accept the video call... you'd have loved to drop a creamy load in Miss Andrews yourself, but getting to watch another futa filling her up was the next best thing (with a sexy asian track team member riding her way to motherhood as a bonus side-show), and since abandoning your opportunity with Miss Andrews led directly to you getting to fill a sexy soccer-team tomboy with potent seed, you can't complain about how things turned out.

"Hi." Patty says. The image of her face is very close up and the communicator is shaking in her hands. "Uh, hello again. Remember me? From the..." she gulps.

"the recursive live video double impregnation show?" you ask with a smirk.

Patty winces and gulps. "Yeah, that. I've been trying to contact Ms. Glidden but she isn't picking up. And, uh, her machine says she is on your ship at the moment. Um, do you think you could ask her and confirm that what she was saying earlier was... really something she insists that I do? I just want to make sure she hasn't changed her mind or anything."

A female voice comes from behind Patrice on the other end of the call. Looking at the surroundings, you can see that she is in a dimly lit corner of the sub-level parking garage - right here in the mall, as a matter of fact. "Hey, I don't have all day. Were you able to find a condom, or what?" the unseen female asks in a flat, jaded tone of voice.

Looking around Patty in the holo, you see what must be one of the 'delinquent girls' that Valerie had ordered Patrice to investigate to see if they were offering sex for pay. It seems that Valerie's suspicion of Tanya Abramoff's nonconformist friends was accurate, although in fairness, it's not like the preppy 'good girls' at St. Vivians are any harder to convince into a quick fuck.

You really appreciate the sense of style, too. As lenient as the St. Vivians dress code is towards unneccessarily sexy outfits, what the pale young woman standing behind Patrice is wearing probably wouldn't pass muster.

She is dressed all in black, matching her raven-black hair... if you could even call her fully dressed. The goth-y girl has knee-high lace-up platform heel boots, and striped black-and-white stockings. Her microskirt is so short that it doesn't even hide her skull-and-crossbones pattern panties. Average height but very skinny - you'd be surprised if she weighed 100 pounds wet. Although she is definitely on the flat-chested side, on her petite body, it looks good... and what little she does have is accented by the fact that she's barely wearing anything above the waist, only a black bikini top, which shows off a number of interesting tattoos on her chest. Her arms, especially her left arm, are absolutely covered with tattoos of snakes, roses, spiders, and so on.

You feel your cock stiffening again, even though you just spent twenty solid minutes fucking that blonde MILF in the changing room before leaving a queen sized load inside her. You COULD easily tell Patrice that Valerie ordered you to take over her 'investigation' from her....

'Say, Patrice, who is that student you picked up there? Give me her details and I'll, uh, relay them to Valerie. She's right here with me." you lie.

A student information page comes across and pops up in front of you. Name of 'Charlotte Sarterre', and she has a huge list of infractions at St. Vivian's - tardiness, smoking, caught with ****, visiting indecent websites, dress code violations, blasphemous language, etc. It seems that once a girl gets into St. Vivian's, it's very difficult for the administrators to actually kick them out. More importantly, she's a 2nd year student. Damn... that means the promise you made to Valerie definitely applies to her.

But... since you didn't get to play with Jeannie and her teacher... well, it'd be a shame if you didn't get to have at least one three-way on this station before you depart for good. "Yeah, Valerie says Charlotte there is very suspicious, especially if she's offering to fuck the campus security guard for shopping money. You'd better make sure you fill her up with lots, and I mean LOTS of potent jizz. I'll be watching to make sure you do."

Amusingly, Patrice's face struggles not to look happy, and then struggles not to look terrified. "Ok." she whispers. Then Patrice turns back to Charlotte, moving as if to hang up. "Sorry, sorry! I thought I remembered to bring one but I must've been so nervous that I misplaced it. I honestly didn't think you'd say yes..."

The skinny, skimpily-dressed girl rolls her eyes and gives a mildly annoyed sigh. "Fine, whatever. Go ahead and get your pants off." she points to a nearby parked hovercar with a nice flat hood. "You'd better warn me in time so I can get off before you spurt."

...

A little less than ten minutes later, when you enter that same shadowy corner of the parking garage, you can hear the tell-tale sound of ass clapping against hips, and two sets of female voices - one a little deeper than the other - gasping, panting, and murmuring. The smell of freely flowing pussy juice is enough to lead you right ot their location.

Sure enough, Patrice's pants are around her ankles as she lays on the hood of that sleek hovercar. The punky, rebellious schoolgirl she'd solicited is astride her, using Patrice's big plump boobs as handholds as she bounces up and down on the dorky futa's lap. Patrice is a bit less well-endowed than you, and quite a bit less than Jeanette, but although she's a bit short on length, she isn't on girth. The thick, throbbing shaft is stretching out Charlotte's pink pussy lips as she slides up and down. "Ah! Ah, ah, ah, ahhhiiiiii!" the black-haired girl's moan trails off into an adorable squeak as she lowers herself down to the base again.

You lick your lips at the sight of Patrice's swollen, red-flushed ballsack brushing up against Charlotte's pale ass cheeks. This young lady's relatively small rump just makes the cock she's sitting on look even thicker by comparison... and by the sensuous way she gyrates her hips in a circle, you are sure it's feeling good for her, too - uncaring of the risk of grinding against those family jewels. It's been about forty eight hours since the thick cock Charlotte is bouncing on gave a very risky creampie to one of her fellow co-eds. Even without nanotech enhancements like you, surely that'll have been enough time for Patrice's sperm count to recover.

And with Patrice laying with her legs spread wide like that, you see a hint of something else. That's what's so convenient about walking in on a futa getting laid with a sexy girl - not only does it turn you on imagining how thick of a load the unsuspecting girl riding that thick cock is going to be getting soon, but behind Patrice's nuts you see the hint of a puffy labia trickling needily onto the hood of an expensive vehicle.

A tightness grows between your legs. Instead of your casual clothes you'd ducked into a store and hastily changed into a utilitarian, official looking black shirt and slacks, with a black cap on your head and a utility belt around your waist. You shine a flashlight at the two lovebirds. Charlotte murmurs in surprise and stops in mid-bounce, Patrice's cock most of the way inside her. "Wha... who...? Oh shit." Charlotte blinks at the bright light, glancing over her shoulder.

"Stay right where you are, Miss. You too, on the car." you say. "Bet you didn't expect mall security to be watching, did you? No cameras means I just have to patrol that much mo - sayyyy, those tits look familiar." you say as you lean to the side, looking past Charlotte to Patty. "Aren't you the security guard at that junior college for girls?"

"Uhhh... p-please don't tell anyone! I don't want to lose my job! O-or get my young.... mfff... friend here in trouble." Patrice whimpers piteously, though her hands are still clutching around Charlotte's trim waist.

"Hnnnnnhhhhh..." Charlotte squeezes her thighs a little tighter against Patty and her platform heel boots wiggle. "If you're gonna arrest us or whatever could you wait... like... a few minutes? I was so close to cumming when you... fuckin' interrupted..."

"I'll do you one better. How about I, heh heh, slide on in and join you?" you unzip the front of the slacks on your hasty, improvised security guard costume and kick them away, letting your lengthy cock bob free. "That curvy bitch whose cock you're riding looks like she gives real sloppy blowjobs." You confidently stride over to Patrice.

The chubby-cheeked security guard (the only genuine security guard here, in fact, albeit not on duty) blinks in disbelief as she stares through her thick round glasses at the hard bell-end rubbing over her cheek and bumping up against her nose. "I... I guess it can't be helped. I'll service you as best as I can, ma'am..." she closes her eyes and opens her mouth wide...

It turns out, your suspicion about Patrice giving sloppy blowjobs was very much correct. The sound of slurping and sucking saliva as she bobs her mouth back and forth on your shaft completely drowns out Charlotte's soft moans as she continues to ride Patrice's hard cock down to the base. Distantly, you hope no genuine security is around. After a little while of enjoying the feel of Patrice slathering her warm drool over every last millimeter of your head and shaft, you pull it free, leaving a wet trail all the way down her chin as you circle around behind.

"Not bad, but if you want me to overlook this I'm going to need something extra. Mmmm..." you suck on your index finger, then reach down and slip it into Charlotte's puckered asshole. It makes her gasp in surprise, but then she giggles softly and sighs, clenching around you. From the strangled, **** sound that Patrice makes, Charlotte is squeezing her cock tighter, too.

"That's a nice tight asshole. What do you say I make you the meat in a futa sandwich?" you say teasingly.

Charlotte sounds interested. "Mmmm. I think..."

"No... no, no nuhhh!" A flushed-fased Patrice picks her head up off the hood with some effort. "You can't do that, you can't...! Don't you know that sodomy is a sin?"

"Oh, yeah." Charlotte says in a bored voice. She tosses her lustrous black hair as she turns her head around to give you a sultry look, and glances down ar your weapon pointing right at her. "Hmph... I'll risk it. Go ahead."

"No! I'll get in trouble!" Patrice wails, glasses askew on her nose. She gulps dryly, realizing she might be saying a bit too much. "With, uh, with God I mean! Puh... please, don't put that huge, throbbing cock in Charlotte's booty-hole!"

You waggle your cock teasingly at the both of them. "Oh? You going to offer me something better? Mmm... yeah, I think I could go for something... heavier. A little more substantial." you squeeze your breasts between your hands. "I bet that cunt hasn't gotten use in a while, huh? I can fix that. But I'm afraid I wasn't expecting a scene like this, so I don't have any condoms. I'd have to be hitting it raw. You're okay with that, right?"

"Raw?! You mean...?" Patrice almost seems like she's starting to hyperventilate, her shirt soaked with sweat. "Uh, uh, uhnnn.... okay." since the only alternative would be pushing Charlotte off, she nods dumbly. You run your hands over Charlotte's shoulders before grabbing Patrice's legs by the knees and pulling her rump into reach. You drag your turgid, spit-slicked glans down the small of Charlotte's back, down her asscrack, over the wrinkly surface of Patrice's tense balls, and underneath... you feel the delightful sensation of her meaty vulva brushing against the sensitive tip.

You don't give her much time to prepare. Lunging forward you drive your cock into Patrice's neglected twat. She's so wet that there's not a hint of resistance. In this awkward position, Charlotte's impractical footwear is digging into Patrice's plump thighs painfully hard, but that only drives her excitement to higher levels.

"Oh yeah! Oh, that's good!" you moan sluttily. "I think this kind of sandwich is... even better!" You press your tits against Charlotte's back as the young woman starts sliding her tight cunt lips up and down Patrice's rock-hard shaft again.

After just a few minutes of that heavenly wet tightness around your tool, you feel Patrice's balls, resting against your pubic bone as you strive to get as deep in her love tunnel as possible, start to tremble and flex. Patrice makes an undignified, husky gurgle as she fires off a torrent of sticky white semen deep in Charlotte's young pussy. Luckily, it seems that Patrice held out just barely long enough, as Charlotte is biting down on her hand to muffle the sound of her yowling like a cat in heat as she cums, not wanting to announce this sordid scene to any wholesome families walking back to their parked car. Since Charlotte is gushing all over Patrice's cock she doesn't notice the extra wetness of cum filling her up.

Your excitement spikes as your heart pounds in your chest. It wasn't until yesterday that you could've imagined the thrill of getting someone else pregnant while taking a baby-making load yourself, simultaneously. "Oh shit, you're squeezing me too tight! Now look what you made me do! I'm cumming inside you! Take it!"

"Whuhhh... huh?" Patrice barely hears you through the haze of her orgasmic bliss. But she certainly feels the hot splash of your cum all over her insides. Her own cum is dribbling out of the edges of Charlotte's pussy as the oblivious goth girl keeps moaning and slowly bouncing on the cock that may have just knocked her up. Patrice's cum trickles down and mingles with your own pearly white seed being churned into a froth by your continued thrusts. You feel Patrice's pussy gushing all around you as you grip her flabby thighs painfully tight in the throes of your passion, until you've squirted out every drop inside her.

"Holy shit," Charlotte breathes, dabbing the sweat from her neck. "That was amazing. I never thought today was gonna turn out like this. Are you ready for me to swallow that hot load?" she says, leaning forward and bringing her face close to Patrice.

"Oh darn it... I think I might have just made a baby..." Patrice huffs, still trying to catch her breath.

Charlotte thinks that's amusing and chuckles softly, wiggling her hips from side to side again. "Yeah, I guess the rent-a-cop forgot to pull out, didn't she?"

Patrice winces and forces an awkward smile. "She suuuuure did..."

...

A couple of minutes later, Patrice is still laying there with a bright red hand mark on her cheek, while an irate goth schoolgirl squats down with her legs together. With those excessive platform heels of hers she has to hold onto a length of railing to stop from losing her footing as she clenches her trim tummy, trying to queef out all of Patrice's cum, cursing up a storm.

You don't want to ACTUALLY get caught by the real rent-a-cops so you give Charlotte's pale little rump a sharp swat with your hand. "Come on, get going. This isn't the place to clean yourself up. Go on back to your dorm and wash her cum out right away if you don't want to get pregnant."

Although Charlotte isn't terribly appreciative of the advice (she uses both hands to give you and Patrice a set of two parting gestures over her shoulder) she does trot off, strings of cum dripping down to her stockings. One disadvantage to wearing such a skimpy microskirt is that she had **** but to pull her panties back on even though Patrice's cum is making an absolute mess of them - though that might pale in comparison to the laundry woes she could be experiencing 9 months down the line.

Once she's gone you help a still-shaking Patrice to her feet. She didn't bother to get up which means there is a prominent pool of pussy juices, ass-sweat, and two sets of futa cum on the hood of that hovercar. The plump futa's knees knock together as she fumblingly bends over to gather up her slacks, showing off her cum-dripping cunt, which you gaze at proudly.

"Sorry for barging in unexpectedly like that. I really needed to relieve some stress and it's been way too long since I had a futa three-way. You did perfect playing along, though."

"Playing... uh... huh?" Patrice blinks and gets her glasses back on, and stares at you. "You mean... you're not mall security? Oh, wait a second! You're Amanda! Wow, I didn't recognize you with your hair in a ponytail like that."

You struggle to suppress a smirk. Brains are definitely not this lady's strong suit. It's probably a good thing for the sake of the collective IQ of the next generation of St. Applegate that she doesn't have your fertility enhancements. Even so, if Valerie intends her to keep doing these 'interrogations', it might be a problem. Oh well. Offspring between a futa and a female are mostly females, and a few more dumb, giggly bimbos running around won't hurt this station's appeal.

And since you were involved you're gonna go ahead and tell your computer to count Charlotte and any other punky co-eds that Patrice gives a big belly as "pregnancy assists" for you.

... though once again you curse the fact that you didn't think of more special bonus categories. "Donut-munching futa security guard" seems like it ought to be worth a bonus category but you doubt Claire or the contract office would agree with your feeling that it should be added retroactively.