You demonstrate an immoral trick on the soccer player. Just a dry run to show Jeanette...

You feel Jeanette's heart quicker just as much as your own as you massage her lap, bending down to briefly press her shaft between your tits. You flip her skirt up and run your tongue up and down the side, looking at Vincent the entire time. Her green eyes stare in awe at Jeanette's impressive endowment as it twitches in your grip.

"You're talking a big game," you say with a sultry tone, "but have you ever actually sucked a cock before?"

"Sure." the pale freckled girl says. "My roommate Eric and I have kind of a friends-with-benefits thing going on. That's pretty common in the first year dorms. He's a nice guy and I don't mind it." She purses her lips. "He's just... a little smaller than that, is all."

You toss your hair and wave dismissively at her as you start jerking off Jeannie. "Hmph - one sheltered boy who came up in a religious family? That's your experience? I doubt you're going to be very impressive in the cock-sucking department."

"I don't care that much about impressing you. Do you want me to do it, or not?" Vincent says sharply.

"Oh, I didn't mean just for me." you say. "I meant for Jeanette. You didn't realize, seeing her with her teacher? She's become quite the wild nymph, under that shy facade. She's been seducing teachers and her classmates' mothers and sisters at an incredible pace this year. I doubt your clumsy attempts are going to do much for her after she's experienced blowjobs and much more from such experienced lovers."

That clearly irritates Vincent, and she frowns slightly at Jeanette. With no further adieu, Vincent strips off her tank top, letting the beautiful pink rosebuds adorning her perky pale tits spring free once again, and tosses it aside. You smirk. Unlike a lot of her peers who got into Oxwood on a technicality, with her short hair in a side-part style like that, Vincent could easily pass as a boy from the neck up, albeit only one a few years younger than she actually is.

"I don't buy any of that shit." she says flatly. "Why don't you quiet down so I can- MMF!"

You grab Vincent's midriff and pull her close to you, leaning in. Her eyes widen in surprise. Damn - this girl is absolutely adorable. No makeup, eyeshadow, or any of the other cosmetics all the St. Vivans' schoolgirls tend to use - a natural beauty. She's almost exactly the same height as you, which is the perfect height to kiss her on the nose. And then, when that makes her flutter her eyes nervously, you plant a wet kiss on her lips.

A dangerously pleasant tingle runs through you as the head of your cock brushes against Vincent's bare navel, rubbing on the soft yet well-toned surface of her abdomen. It's as if your cock, like an excited pet that doesn't understand why the owner can't take it for a walk right now, is pointing where it wants to go.

'There', your junk is saying without words, 'I've been deprived of any attention for a whole day and I want to pump all this excess cum right into that womb right there. What's the hold-up? Reproduction is my job, brain, so get out of the way and let me get to it!'

You twist your hips to the side as you continue exploring Vincent's fit, nubile body with your hands. Squeezing her tits, running your fingers down over her sides, and hooking your thumbs into her shorts. With practiced dexterity you undo the button and slide her shorts down her thighs, taking her simple grey boyshorts down with them. When she tries to step away you yank them off of her feet and toss them aside, leaving the sultry sporty girl standing there in only her socks and running shoes.

"Mmf!" Vincent rests her hands against your own tits, but only pushes lightly as you press your face close to hers and explore her mouth with your tongue. She lets you noisily swap spit with her for a few hot moments before she actually shoves you away.

"What...?!" Vincent says in annoyance, but you can tell that your pheromones and your experienced touch have already kindled a flame of desire in her. She finally wriggles out of your grasp and covers her chest with one hand.

"Hmm? Just getting a little preview. You offered to blow me and you're shy about a few kisses and a little petting? Anyway, you should be plenty warmed up for Jeannie now. But don't take too long. My friend here," you take Vincent's hand and rest it on your hard cock, "might get impatient~"

Vincent averts her eyes from you and stares at Jeannie, who is sitting there awkwardly, legs splayed, with her cock sticking out from under her upturned miniskirt. Shit, she's cute too. You make a mental note to try and coax her into getting a starship-related degree so you can give her a long-term job offer. Why not? You're already going to need to install a nursery on your ship once Claire is your property.

But rather than your gentle, affectionate touches, Vincent roughly grabs Jeanette by the sides of her head and plants a kiss on her lips as aggressively as possible, holding her in place while she squirms... and then roughly pushes her down on the floor, making Jeanette yelp in pain as she lands on her butt. "Hey!"

"Oops. I slipped." Vincent says with a cool smirk before bending down over her. It's quite a dominant posture, with Jeannie laying splayed on the floor... but Vincent rests her palms on the side of Jeannie's hips, hikes her butt in the air, and eases the futa's cock into her mouth. Jeanette gasps and shakes her head, her glasses falling askew as Vincent's lips stretch over her shaft, tongue tickling all her most sensitive spots. A lewd slurping fills the room, and Jeanette crosses and uncrosses her legs, waggling her sensitive cockhead all over Vincent's tongue.

You let that go on for a few minutes. You start to second guess "demonstrating" the trick to Jeannie that you'd promised. It feels very risky. But nothing could be worse than just standing here watching.

Vincent gags and coughs awkwardly when she feels your hands grasping onto her lovely pale bottom. Just like with her bust, her hips are less generous than a lot of girls you've gotten to enjoy, but what her ass lacks in size, it makes up for in squeezable springiness. Your tongue starts flicking over her inner thighs, coming perilously close to her retracted labia. You see her clench her nethers nervously.

"What's the idea?" Vincent huffs, pumping Jeanette's cock in her hand and looking at you over her shoulder.

"Hmm? You thought I'd forgot what you asked me to do? Don't think you can take it back. Me and Jeannie need to teach you a lesson. Jeanette, come on - haven't you ever heard you need to stand up to bullies?" You grab Vincent's hips. She is quite a strong, athletic girl, but she is too surprised (and aroused) to resist as you pull her into your arms again, give her another kiss as you grope her ass, and then bend her over one of the examination tables. It's not very wide, so her lovely breasts are hanging down over the other side of the exam table along with her arms, presenting her nice fit buttocks to you.

Jeanette grins awkwardly and shrugs as she stands. "Oh well. You heard Miss Amanda, Vinny. I'm just doing what she says..." putting the lie to that, Jeanette reaches out and wraps her hands around the back of Vincent's head and forces her lips back down onto her cock. Jeanette make an adorably goofy face, her eyes rolling up and eyelashes fluttering, as she shoves her cock deeper and deeper. Vincent offers a few muffled protests as the fat futa cock slides all the way to the back of her throat, but she doesn't push Jeanette away... instead, her hands reach up to caress Jeanette's lovely modest bosoms, groping them hard.

"Oooh, is that some deep throating I hear?" you say slyly as you hear some soft gagging and sputtering sounds. "Maybe I was wrong. Looks like this fierce athlete really is willing to go the distance, hm hm hm~" Slowing down the motions of her head, Vincent opens her jaw wide and takes all of Jeanette's massive cock into her mouth, letting it slip into her throat so deep that her tongue slide out and runs over the undersides of Jeanette's balls. That makes Jeanette gasp in delight and yelp sharply.

Looks like Jeanette wasn't ready for a blowjob from this tomboy temptress after all. You can tell she's getting close to her limit. You don't want Vincent to have the smug satisfaction of making the poor futa she's caused such trouble cum so quickly, so...

"Ah, you remember what you asked me a minute ago, Vincent? I've decided to fulfill your request after all."

"Mmmf?" Vincent makes a muffled questioning grunt around the eight inches of hard, veiny futa cock filling her throat and forcing her to hold her breath.

"Don't tell me you forgot? You said quite clearly... 'eat my ass'." you giggle as you spread Vincent's ass cheeks wide with your thumbs. You slide your tongue over her cunt, getting a tiny taste of her excited musk, before slathering saliva over her taint and then...

When the tip of your tongue slides into Vincent's asshole, she tenses up and jerks her head back, a thick strand of drool stretching from her lips to Jeanette's flushed, excited cock. "I didn't mean it like that! Ugh, gross! Are you seriously going to - AH!" Much to your delight, the combination of a couple of your fingers sliding into her cunt and your tongue penetrating her sensitive star-shaped asshole produces a soft, feminine gasp from her lips for the first time. You don't do rim jobs very often, but she's plenty clean, having just got out of the shower... and besides, giving a young woman her first rimjob is a rare treat.

But even as you delight in teasing Vincent's sensitive asshole, the feeling of wetness around your two fingers is making you go near mad with desire.

Jeanette seems to be getting more assertive, as she rests a hand on top of Vincent's head, digging her fingers into the girl's side-parted hair. "Umm... I don't mean to be too forward, Vinny... but your tongue felt so good sliding all over my c-c-cock... and the way you do that suction with your lips is better than any sucking I've ever felt... could you keep going, pretty please?"

But Vincent turns her head to the side as the turgid purple head of Jeanette's spit-slicked cock rubs against her freckled cheek. "Hold... unnh... hold on. I... oh, shit..."

You giggle as you pull back for a moment, still leaving your fingers in her soaking wet pussy. "I'd rather you didn't. I may be a little more jaded, but I'm not THAT kinky."

"Ugh, shut up." Vincent groans, but this time, you think you hear her struggling to suppress a little chuckle at your joke, as the flame of arousal builds in her body, and she wiggles her ass in your face. "I can tell what you're trying to do, you pervy bitch. Even though I only offered a blowjob," she takes a deep breath through her nose, "you're trying to get me so excited I agree to, uh, other stuff. Before you do anything else, get what's in my left pocket and use it."

"Hmm?" you trill in an intrigued tone. "Naughty little 'boy'..." you say with a teasing giggle as you rifle through the pockets of her discarded sorts. You hold up a foil-wrapped square between two fingers still wet with Vincent's excitement. "You were never planning to offer me just a little blowjob, were you? I've never been a believer in corporal punishment, but I think teasing hotties like you deserve a few good spanks." You give her ass a couple of playful swats with the palm of your hand.

"Nnnh... Whatever." Vincent says, rolling her eyes as she looks over her shoulder at you. "Just put the damn thing on."

Agitated by the stimulation, Jeanette speaks sharply for the first time. "You're trying to get me expelled for breaking the rules just by being there, and the very next day you're carrying illicit condoms around at soccer practice?!"

"Eat my-" Vinny starts to say, but then stops and looks back at you. Bent over the table like that, her bare pussy is exerting an irresistible gravitational pull on you. "I'm not here to argue with you gross futas. Either put the condom on right now, or back away and sit your ass down."

"Ohhh..." you make a pouty face. "But it feels so much better without one... on both ends, and I would know." Looking at the condom wrapper in your hand you can tell it's definitely not one of the sabotaged ones. It makes sense that Oxwood has its own under-the-table supply, if a lot of horny virgin boys end up having roommates like this hottie they'd better. You suspected Vincent would bring her own protection when she mentioned needing to go get something before meeting you.

But that doesn't mean you can't enjoy teasing her a little. "This aid station automatically scanned all of us for any pathogens when we walked in, remember? Why compromise the experience with a rubber?"

Jeanette is watching and listening intently, straightening her glasses. You feel like she'd be taking notes if she had a datapad with her... she really is a good student. Vincent is focused on you, though, and responds in a cute huff: "That isn't the problem. God, did you not read anything about this academy's rules?"

"Hmmm?" you say, stroking your hardness and smirking. With taunting slowness, you start to tear the wrapper open. "I suppose I didn't. Why do I need to put it on? Spell it out for me."

It's clear from the way she is awkwardly adjusting her stance that Vincent is already missing the stimulation you'd been giving her, and craving more. Her eyes are fixed on the tip of your over-eager boner. "Why don't I want some creepy futa perv I've never met before to fuck me without protection, when I'm not on any birth control? Is that what you're asking?"

"Yeah." you say, resting the rubber tauntingly against the tip of your cock. "What's the matter? You don't want to have my baby? I've got very athletic genes, don't you want to help give your soccer team a strong lineup a couple decades from now?"

Jeanette starts giggling, only to be cut short when Vincent reaches out and grabs her cock, squeezing it in her hand. Vincent's only response to you is an unamused stare.

"Tch," you click your tongue as you unroll the condom down your shaft, "you really need to learn a sense of humor, Miss Walsh." you finish and take your hand away. With her free hand, Vincent reaches back and rubs her hand over the shiny surface of your rubber-covered cock. Only when she's quite satisfied that it's on there firmly does Vincent look back to Jeanette... who squeaks as her antagonist uses her grip on her disproportionately huge cock to pull her back into blowjob range.

Vncent's lips close around Jeanette's shaft once again, filling the cramped aid station room messy slurping sounds. Jeanette's cock glistens with her former bully's saliva. It's a tough job Vinny has, to be sure. With a thick cock like Jeanette's, her jaw muscles are getting more of a workout than her thigh muscles after an hour of soccer practice.

If her jaw is getting a workout slurping on Jeanette, it seems only fair to give her kegel muscles a workout, too. After a minute of making Vincent squirm by sticking your index finger in her spit-slicked asshole and teasing the faint line of her slit with your index finger, you start hot-dogging yourself between her ass cheeks, enjoying the feel of that smooth valley against the underside of your desperately deprived dick. You tease her by almost slipping it in. That makes her murmur and sputter on Jeanette's cock... but instead you tease her from underneath, knowing just how to rub so that the top of your shaft is grinding against the right place. A pussy like hers, with pink lips mostly hidden by her pubic mound, isn't always the easiest to work with. But you know what you're doing, and manage to find her clit with a bit of effort, making her moan deeply while Jeanette's glans explores the back of her throat again.

You click your tongue again. "Oh dear, Vincent... I've been trying to let you focus on pleasing Jeannie but I just can't wait any more. I'm using the only condom so you'd better give 110% and get her off now while you can still think. I doubt those dorky schoolboys have given you any practice being the meat in a spitroast. You should hurry up and finish Jeannie off now... I doubt you can manage it while you're cumming your brains out around my hard cock." You giggle as you tease the head over her silky inner thigh. "Think of it like a shot clock in one of your games."

"Mmfffff!" Vincent tenses and coughs, pulling off of Jeanettes' cock (making the futa schoolgirl whimper piteously). The sexy student athlete looks at you over her shoulder again. "There's no... fucking... shot clock in soccer, dumbass. 'Athletic genes', huh?"

A musical giggle slips from your lips. This cross-dressing temptress is quite a spitfire, able to manage sarcastic comments even when you're moments away from wearing her. You really like her personality, even the rotten parts. You give her a couple more light, teasing swats on the ass. "Such disrespect to a visitor. What would your coach think? If he's not equipped to teach you a lesson, I'll have to do it myself~"

Before Vincent can say anything to that, her eyes bug out and her mouth clamps closed as she feels the head of your cock easing past her lower lips. She's wet and ready by this point - no lube, saliva or otherwise, needed. You groan luxuriantly as you feed your aching shaft into Vincent's hot cunt. Every time she squeezes down on you, you pull out a little... and when she relaxes you push forward again. Vincent's athletic shoes squeak against the floor as she widens her stance in response to being filled with more and more of your meat. Even with the condom getting in the way, the feeling of her tensed-up ass pressing against your hips is heavenly.

Vincent's breathing is quickeing, and between breaths she is letting out tiny moans and whines. But to her credit, she is 'keeping her eye on the ball'... or rather, a pair of balls. While pumping her fingers up and down Jeanette's shaft she leans in and sucks both of Jeannie's excited nuts into her mouth. Jeanette makes some much less dignified gasps and awkward gurgling sounds as the girl who'd made her middle school life hell gives her tense scrotum a thorough washing with her tongue. "Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear...!" Jeanette starts babbling wildly.

Shit, you don't actually want her to cum already. You still need to give her her 'demonstration'. Just because you can't cum in Vincent's steamy depths doesn't mean you don't want to experience them properly. You begin thrusting in and out of Vincent, starting at a quick enough pace that the sound of hips slapping against ass joins the slurping noises. Sweat begins beading on the back of your neck. Normally, you wouldn't have any problem delivering a good long fuck, even without the aid of a condom tamping down on the pleasure. But after your ordeal over the past day, it's quickly becoming too much to bear... and when you slow down, Vincent starts waggling her hips from side to side, making you gasp as you feel every side of her silky inner folds sliding against your sheathed sword.

"Unnh~!" You let out a strangled, undignified whimper as you pull out, letting your latex-clad shaft rest against her ass.

"Mmf." Vincent spits out Jeanette's balls and looks over her shoulder at you again. But rather than annoyed, this time she has a faint, smug smirk. "Cumming already? Yeah, I thought so. Pervert."

You moan helplessly. "Okay, I admit. I wasn't as ready for that pussy as I thought I was. Damn, Vincent - forget about sportsball, I think your real calling is as a porn star. Say, you don't mind if I record this, do you? I'll split the- OUCH! I was just joking!" you giggle as the short-haired firecracker kicks backwards and gets you in the shin. "But I'm not cumming just yet. As soon as I take a little safety break here, I'm gonna score a goal off you before I'm done."

"Uh huh." Vincent says, looking back to Jeanette again. "Jeez, Jeannie. Would you hurry up and spurt already? You dragging this out isn't gonna stop you from getting expelled. Maybe this pervy old hag your family hired," she gives you a little kick in the thigh, "can find you a job in porn. That's a perfect place for a dropout to end up." Just to make sure it doesn't miss the final moment, she takes off her wrist-comm and puts it on the edge of the padded table she's bent over, to make sure it captures and immortalizes Jeanette's face at the moment of truth.

"Vinnyyyyyyyy~" Jeanette says, her high-pitched voice taking on that nasal, whiny quality again. "You're so mean! But... I'm so jealous of Miss Amanda. I want to fuck you too. I never imagined you'd be so hot when you grew up. Would you mind if she and I switch places? Pretty please? I don't mind sharing a condom if you didn't bring a spare!"

"Ugh, gross! Four-eyes inside of me? No way! At least that perv back there has a pretty face and nice tits. Shut up so I can forget it's you and focus on the feeling of her cock instead of yours." Vincent says sharply before opening wide and taking Jeanette's cock past her lips once again. This time she is giving Jeanette a whole new kind of vacuum-cleaner-level suction, her freckled cheeks caving in as she slowly drags her lips up Jeanette's shaft, making poor Jeannie groan and gurgle embarrassingly.

You shake your head. What a naughty minx she is. If only you'd found her before Mrs. Glidden got to you, you could be looking forward to giving her a very harsh, gooey lesson in manners, along with a lesson in reproductive biology. Wouldn't that be for the best? Jeanette, after all, is going to have to endure all the embarrassment of having her tummy swell up in front of her classmates' eyes. Maybe going through the same experience would teach Vincent some empathy?

'No, no,' you tell yourself as you slap the head of your cock against Vinny's lovely rump. 'No thinking like that. No thinking about that flat, fit tummy of hers growing and swelling up until her baggy polo shirts can't hide it. No thinking about these perky tits," you reach over the table and give Vincent's bosoms a tender squeeze, "growing a cup size, or her cute freckled face getting embarrassed when she starts leaking milk in public. Maybe I should just stop and get another cold shower..."

You look at Jeanette's eyes fluttering as Vincent keeps up that powerful suction. The poor schoolgirl isn't gonna last long at this rate.

That's right. This is for Jeanette. She needs you to do this - not as some practice exercise, but as a test of will. She has to be willing to make this decision. She is going to be facing a very tough 'final exam' with that wicked professor in just a couple of days, with no room for re-takes. This shy, geeky doormat of a young futa needs to tap into her primal dark side.

You lick your sensuous lips and wink flirtatiously at Jeanette from across the table with Vincent bent over it. You make eye contact and make sure you have her attention, before pointing down to your cock where it is hot-dogging Vinny's butt again.

Backing off a tiny bit, you dramatically bend your thumb and forefinger into a circle. But this isn't an 'OK' sign - more like the opposite. As Jeanette watches from behind her thick glasses you put your hand down to your crotch and clasp your thumb and finger around the base of your cock. With a shudder of pleasure you begin to silently roll the condom back up your shaft. The trick with the nanites may be easy and practical, but watching that bumbling futa security guard, Patty, stealthing that mischievous blackmailing freshman in the computer lab reminded you that there's a certain perverse thrill in doing it the old fashioned way.

But before you've rolled it up more than an inch, you stop. Jeanette has stopped moaning and groaning, as she watches in rapt attention with an unblinking stare.

You tilt your head to the side and shrug, wordlessly posing the question to Jeanette. After a moment Jeannie gasps again as she realizes your intent - you are leaving Vincent's fate in her hands. Does she want you to go raw with this slutty spitfire, knowing that it would entail a terrible risk of both Vincent AND you joining her as mothers-to-be?

Maybe it's the knowledge that she has two lives to look out for now instead of just one, and her enrollment at St. Vivians represents her best chance in life. Or maybe it's a desire for vindication. Or, perhaps, she's just so horny that all sense of risk has gone out the window. But whatever the reason, after Jeanette takes a deep breath, a sudden look of intense determination fills her eyes. Rather than cringe or faint, Jeanette sets her jaw and nods firmly, giving you a thumbs up.

A shudder of excitement runs through you and you feel a twisted glow of pride. Your fingers quickly roll the rubber back up and allow it to fall silently to the floor. You can see her look down nervously. But you show her there's nothing to worry about, as Vincent doesn't notice the condom falling to the floor. Jeanette gasps when Vincent narrows her stance and reaches back towards you. Yet you just stand there, making no sudden moves... and sure enough, Vincent just starts flicking her fingers along the surface of her cunt, thirsty for more action.

There's a pop as Vincent pulls her lips off Jeanette's cock again. "C'mon, I don't have all day. You still want to fuck? Then hurry up and fuck me!" she says, unable to hide the lusty undertone in her usually cool, stoic voice.

Your heart is going a million miles an hour and your thinking is getting fuzzy. 'Focus, focus...! No matter what, I absolutely cannot cum, at all. Just... just a few strokes and then I'll stop... you tell yourself, sweat running down your face, as you gingerly spread Vincent's pussylips with the head of your cock. You close your eyes and bite your lip as the wet warmth engulfs you...