Mr. Goose is furious.

The words you just heard leave your ex-TA's mouth leave you in shock, even while your cock continues to deposit its load directly into her fertile pussy, which ripples along your shaft and head in post-orgasmic bliss.

You aren't surprised that she followed your orders - - she said she would, after all; her voice, however, didn't exhibit her earlier cold tone. It was almost...passionate? But why?

Still holding her phone to her ear, Mrs. Goose continues, "Darling, calm down, please!" but her husband is clearly not placated, as you can hear his screams even from your position sitting beneath the luscious ass in your lap.

Finally looking up, you notice that everyone in the classroom is looking up from their tests, clearly just as shocked as you were at their teacher's outcry of pleasure. But as if nothing happened, they all return to their papers. It seems that it was the noise that startled them, not the fact that you inseminated their professor and cucked her husband in front of the classroom.

In your new world, that's just par for the course.

This realization awakens something within you, and your softening member, still lodged in your TA's creamed cunt, stirs back to life within her.

"Baby, no...please..." she whimpers on the phone, and you detect such sadness in her quavering voice that you're not at all surprised when you hear her begin to sniffle. You're sure that if you could see her face, there'd be a steady stream of tears.

And that gives you a devilish idea.

You lean forward and give her tits a hard squeeze, then whisper in her ear, "Turn and face me, but don't you dare let my dick out of your hole. Tell your husband everything that's happening, and refer to me by name." You lightly bite her neck and glide your right hand past her hip to her soft asscheek, groping it and giving it a hard smack to hurry her along.

Mrs. Goose, in a surprising display of her flexibility, actually manages to turn around, keeping her pussy firmly gripping your swollen cockhead the entire time. This twisting motion feels heavenly, and for a moment you think you might blow another load right there. Thankfully, you hold back. You have much more planned for this encounter.

"He -- uh- John is making me face him now. I think he wants me to ride him..his cock is still so hard, sweetie. Oh God! He's going to give me a baby, I can feel it."

She settles down, taking your member to the hilt, her delicate clit being tickled by your pubes, and your earlier suspicions are confirmed: tears roll down her face, and her lip is quivering uncontrollably. She looks into your eyes, a mix of sadness and guilt painted on her face. It seems she's waiting for your instructions. You need no further encouragement.