Time to see your Advisor to continue your Spring tradition.

As you finished cumming down the girl's throat you realize that it was likely the perfect time to head over to your advisor's office. You had a fun little game with her going since you started at this school and you should make sure that you win again. You pull out quickly and walk downstairs, the girl letting out an annoyed grunt as you brushed past.

"You could say thanks," she barked as you headed down the stairs to get outside. You ignored her complaints. Most people complained when they had to do chores, but they had to be done. Thankfully the walk to the Advisory building was short, St. Joan's Women's College was pretty small all things considered, and tucked away in the middle of basically nowhere. While it made for a boring nightlife, it did mean that you had no trouble finding ways to entertain yourself thanks to the student body being mostly stuck on campus.

And what a student body it was. All across the campus, you watched girls walking around, their light spring attire showing off more skin than it covered. A few girls dotted about were carrying a bit extra in the middle, again mostly your fault, but other than that they were an unusually pretty bunch. St. Joan was first and foremost a college of performing arts, so you had your hands full, usually literally, with dancers, actresses, and musicians. For your part, you actually got into school as a singer, though you were less interested in the school's teachings and more with having fun, but you did take things seriously enough to keep your status as an RA and academic rigor gave you every reason to visit Dr. Agatha Rigby.

You practically skipped up the steps to the Advising office as you headed to see Agatha. While you never played favorites with the women you played with if you could help it Agatha held a special place in your heart. Mostly for the game you guys had every spring. You quickly entered the office, not bothering to knock, and smiled at Dr. Rigby. The woman was for all intents and purposes rather plain-looking. Her hair was deep black, long but usually held up in a bun, like today. She rarely bothered to dress up, sitting today in a pants suit and turtleneck. Her tits were her best feature, massive as they were, and, thanks to your game, usually pretty swollen. She was also usually pretty annoyed, as she was right now, but that had as much to do with taking care of your needs as it did with her lack of sleep, mostly due to her being bad at the game.

See the game was a pretty simple one. When you first arrived here you managed to weasel out Dr. Rigby's age and found out that she was exactly 35 years old. With a birthday in July that meant you would only be able to fuck her during the four years you were here. You decided to make a little game out of that. Each Spring you would fuck good old Dr. Rigby, and each Spring she would hope to not get knocked up. If she did you won that year, she'd carry the baby in the spring and fall, give birth in winter, and be ready for the next round by that Spring. If you failed to knock her up she won and didn't have to have another baby.

So far you won both rounds and were hoping to make it three for three. Well, technically four for three. She had twins in December.

"Hello Miss Connors," she sighed in greeting, hastily moving the paperwork off her desk to avoid it getting messed up. "Can I assume you are back again today to resume your idiotic game with me?"

"Oh you bet," you told her as you hiked up your skirt and moved behind her desk. She bent forward at the waist and you quickly pulled down her skirt and panties. See while you weren't expected to take care of any of the kids that you fucked into women, that didn't mean you couldn't recognize they existed or had to pretend like they were an accident. Thus you could tell Dr. Rigby that you planned to knock her up four years in a row, do it, and she still would see it as just a by-product of servicing your sexual lust. Which, in a roundabout way it was, seeing as you had gotten pretty hard at the thought of putting another kid in her.

"Just make it quick," she said as she leaned down on the desk. You pushed in slowly, savoring the feeling of the passage. While not as tight as most of the pussy you got on campus there was an indescribable feeling of velvety smoothness to her more mature slit. You were just glad that having kids didn't actually make women loose. The tragedy that would be if that urban legend was true. You took little time getting into a rhythm. You knew Agatha's puss like the back of your own hand by now and knew exactly how much she could take, and how quickly. For her part, the older woman just grunted with every hard push inside and sighed with every slow drawing out. Your hands started to slide under her, pulling her top down and letting her tits out. A quick squeeze had a slight trickle spill out of her nipple, and you withdrew your hand. Wiping it on the back of her jacket you simply started to work yourself into a frenzy. After two good cums this morning it was going to be a while, so you simply let yourself marinate in the feeling of the pussy walls around your cock. Your eyes fell on the picture frames on her desk. Three baby pictures sat there, each with a slight mix of your features and hers.

"They ready to have another sibling?"

"Ugh," the professor sighed. "They're about to."

"Huh?"

"I'm already pregnant you ape. I took the test last night, not that I needed given how much hands-on experience I have recently, and it was positive. Congradu-fucking-lations Connors, you win again."

"Oh, word" you smiled as you picked up your pace. While you might have won this round you were starting to really get hot under that collar. No shame in having some fun.

"God damn kids. I never wanted to be a mom you know. Now I'm stuck with four of your god damn brats. I even did everything right this time. I'm on the pill, I've got a IUD, hell the only thing left would be getting my tubes tied and you said that was against the rules."

"Y-yeah," you groaned, after getting bitched at while fucking since you turned 18 and got this whole free ride thing you actually sort of get off on it. "Those other things don't really work against futa cum. Too strong."

"I know," she gritted out. "It's fucking annoying."

You don't bother responding with words, you just push your cock in as far as it will go and let loose another blast of cum. You sigh loudly in contentment as you cock spurts indulgently. After a few minutes you slide out and readjust your skirt before heading out of the office, Dr. Rigby's muttered curses following you out. You wink at the old lady working the front desk, replacing the last assistant the office had who had to go on maternity leave (that one was actually not you, her husband got to her first. The bastard) and head back outside into to the sunshine. You look over campus and take in your options. You didn't have any classes today, though the TA in your writing class was having a study session for finals, you could also see a pair of girls stretched out on the quad sunning themselves. You could also see a black girl leaving the building across the street, the campus gym, her tall lithe frame was pretty enticing. Finally, you were only a block from the student union and knew that the Asian Student Congress was holding a meeting in 30 minutes, always a prime place to find tight pussies and exotic girls.