Dump and impregnate

Dating Sarah was nice when you were a dumpy loser, but this monogamy business is not going to do now that you were all-powerful. There are too many hot girls in the world for you to not fuck each and every one of them, whether one after another or all at the same time. But you've always fantasized about Sarah's slim tummy stretched perfectly around your gestating seed. A parting gift seems fitting.

You make it so that Sarah wants to be fucked by you right there, right now. Another thought, and a soft gym mat appears on the floor of the crowded high school hallway behind you. Another, and her tight jeans become a tight jean skirt that's hugging her ass like a second skin.

Sarah's becoming visibly agitated, biting and licking her lips, coming closer and closer, wrapping her arms around you, tongue and teeth darting lustfully, making out with you in the crowd of 18-year-old classmates and students.

She jumps on you, her bare legs wrapping around your waist, and the two of fall with harmless thud on Sarah's back onto the mat.

Your fingers quest, hike up her skirt, hook around her pink thong as the jocks and geeks and preps and princesses all gawk standing at their lockers and in classroom doors all around you. The thong comes off one leg, dangles on the other. The bra dissolves. You pinch the full nipples you've second-based all these months. Sarah moans.

Your thick cock, growing ever-thicker with arousal and willpower, takes her virgin 18-year-old cunny, wet and lusting. She claws your back, demanding harder, faster, more.

"Are you on birth control?" you whisper.

"Yes. Just fuck me."

You purge her body of the birth control. You make her nubile, fertile, pure, wanton, ovulating, defenseless.

Your thick cock pushes deeper and deeper, and you develop a good thrusting pace. You fuck her steadily, securely, stably. Her tits are nice, comforting. You pound the cunt you've lusted after, and her ecstatic moans echo through the now still hallways.

Amidst the thrusts, you cum thickly. Your seed fills your soon-to-be ex-girlfriend's pussy. Wave after wave chases after her womb.

Sated, you stand up. Sarah is flushed, blanketed, elsewhere in bliss. Your friends cheer and hoot. You smile and make them forget.

You make it so Sarah is well-to-do, that she and your future kid ware secure. You make it so she won't miss you too much, but will always think of you fondly and love your kid.

Another thought, and Sarah is transported to a fertility clinic in Zurich. Switzerland's sexiest nurses will massage and dote on your high school sweetheart. They will make sure her eggs are fertilized over and over by your sperm, her womb kept in the most fertile position. Perhaps she'll have your twins. Quadruplets.

You walk to your next class. You've always had your eye on the hot and dusky Monica in it, and Ms. Lopena who teaches it is a foxy hottie.