Much better than expected.

Max was surprised when Ms. Angala started kissing him back. Emboldened by her reaction, he reached down and grabbed her generous ass, squeezing slightly. She gave a small moan as he massaged her glorious ass, making his cock go from semi-hard to rock shattering near instantly. He continued to kiss her as he pulled her in tighter against her. Ms. Angala froze for a moment when she felt his hardened shaft press up against her, her hands tracing his shaft through the cloth barriers.

Now fully making out like teenagers, Max let one hand come up from her ass and cup the back of her head, lightly pulling her head, as his instincts guided him. Ms. Angala moaned a bit louder at this, feeling herself getting swept up into this admittedly studly students caresses, her own perversions urging her forward. Lusts she’d kept in check for so long becoming stronger as Max moved from her lips and began to kiss and nibble her neck, sending warm, delicious shivers down her spine and straight to her panties.

Max released her head and grabbed her ass firmly, lifting her up enough to sit her down on the desk. Ms. Angala felt this was spiraling way past “just a kiss”, an excuse she had figured would let her kiss the handsome student she had been keeping an eye on, and now finally had a chance alone with. She felt her body come alive with warm electric pleasure as Max began to grind his concealed monster cock against her rapidly moistening pussy. Her patience rapidly depleting as Max pressed his lips back to hers, aching to hurry up and just let this fantasy of hers come true.

With rapid, scrambling movements, she reached down and started trying to yank Max’s belt and pants off at the same time. She had the sexiest student alone in her office, turned on by her, and she knew they wouldn’t be disturbed by anyone for a nice long time. He was surpassing every fantasy she’d ever had about him so far. Not only was he a deliciously stud of a young white man (checking off all her generally repressed kinks) but also the large bulge in his shorts is way too warm to be anything but a flesh and blood monster.

Her head was swimming as his cock was revealed and even though she was expecting it, she still couldn’t keep her eyes off it, and licking her lips unconsciously. Her mouth feeling both dry and full of drool at the same time as she beheld this cock, various names flashing through her head: Slut-breaker, Baby-maker, Jaw-locker, Fuck-pillar, Breeding pole, his conquering spear, a truly monstrous bitch-breaker. She felt herself get wetter with each passing name for it, the ache in her pussy to feel herself submit to this monster with each pulse of blood through it.

Aching to feel her tight little pussy wrapped around his cock, Max reached down to her panties, pulling them to the side as her dress rode up, and placed his cock at her pussy lips. She began to squirm, eyes transfixed to the scene before her, the beginning of every naughty fantasy that had flitted through her brain for years, now playing out before her. Feeling the head of that monster rub against her clit as it pressed against her soaked pussy lips. She glanced up, her dusky cheeks blushing furiously as she held his gaze and barely whispered, “Please.”

Needing no more invitation, Max pushed forward, slowly pressing deeper into her, stretching her molten hot pussy as he did. Shanti was in heaven as he did so, an exquisite, delicious pain and pleasure overwhelming her already as he was only just plunging into her, his cock not even halfway into her yet and already reaching places no other man had even touched before. The vision before her, watching this hot white monster cock disappearing into her dusky pussy, almost made her cum before he had even put all he could in her.

She knew her friends and family would be disappointed and disgusted with her, but she loved the idea of a white stud plunging his shaft into her hot pussy and filling her with his potent cum. Maybe even him trying to breed her, claim her womb and let the world know what a little slut she secretly was.

Max held still after fitting half his monster into her tight velvety channel. His monster stretching her out, sending shivers up and down her spine as her fantasies were coming true. Max reached up, pulling her head up, tearing her gaze away from their connection and into his eyes. As he held her gaze, she felt entranced in them, and as he stared into her, he drove himself forward, abandoning his slow pace so far and slamming himself the rest of the way into her with one strong stroke.

Her eyes began to role into her head as she came, not expecting the onslaught of sensation as he hilted himself in her, a low, throaty moan escaping her lips as he pressed his hips against hers. He began pumping his cock into her, long slow strokes as he savored every sensation of her wrapped around him. Every time he pressed to the hilt, she let out another small moan, feeling him press his fat cockhead against the mouth of her womb. She began to shake as orgasm after orgasm began to overtake her, feeling herself being swept away in an ocean of pleasure as it ebbed and crashed against her again and again.

Max began to quicken his pace, slamming his hips faster and faster into her, feeling her quiver and shake around him, trying to coax his load into her even more quickly. Ms. Angala was already in heaven, moaning in pleasure as he pummeled her pussy, feeling this previously unimaginable monstrous white cock pillage her pussy’s depths. Max decided to just go full ****, to hurry up and finish this before anyone could walk in on them. He then stopped holding back, and just started pumping into her as quickly as possible, his hips starting to blur as he started slamming into her with full ****, the desk beneath them squeaking and starting to move as the couple fucked on top of it.

Max began to feel his balls boil over and start to cue up a heavy load of spunk. He grunted out “Oh God, I’m gonna cum.” Ms. Angala’s eyes shot open at this, looking back into his eyes, a wild, feral fire glimmering behind them as she heard this. “Fucking do it.” Came from her lips.

Neither could believe what came from her lips, but emboldened, she continued. “Do it stud. Pump that white cock into me and fill me with your hot white cum. Breed me.” Her mind raced through her fertile cycle and her eyes seemed to grow even more fervent as her mind whirred away. “I’m so fucking fertile right now. If even one drop from those fat balls gets pumped into me, there’s a ninety-five percent chance you’re going to pump your baby into me. So, either pull out like a bitch, or breed this horny pussy like the stud you are.”

Stunned at his teacher’s words for half a second, his mind absorbing what smut had just spilled from her lips. After that moment, he grinned, knowing what he wanted to do (and glad he’d get to experiment with his new powers). He wordlessly kept pounding away, his pace unrelenting as he kept himself buried in her hot pussy.

Her eyes widened as she realized what his smile meant, a smile creeping onto her own face her mind raced as every fantasy she’s ever had was coming true. “Alright stud, do it then. I dare you. Pump this hot brown pussy full of that thick white cum. See if you’re man enough to breed this hungry little pussy. Do it, make me carry your mixed bastard while you gloat about the slut you claimed. Let the world know who own’s this pussy you monster cocked stud.” Her words egging him on as he felt her pussy spasm.

He felt himself go past the point of no return, and pressed himself to the hilt, giving only small, deep thrusts, making sure his cock was pressed as deep as possible into her fertile folds as possible. She felt him bury himself deep inside her and his shaft swell as is prepared to deposit it’s load directly into her womb. “Finally.” She whispered as she felt the first rope of cum get shot into her waiting womb.

Time seemed to freeze for Max, his mind cleared for a second and he looked around, curious as to why time seemed to be freezing. Looking down, he saw why, his powers were activating. He looked down and could see a few symbols floating just above Ms. Angala’s hips between them, and he instinctively knew what each one did. The small circles floating at the left and right were representative of her’s and his fertility, both with numbers on them representing how fertile they were now. Hers read “87%” and his “100%”, and Max knew he could raise or lower their fertilities at will here. He did decide to reach into her orb and raise her number to 100% as well, since he didn’t mind fulfilling her apparent fantasy as well. The larger center circle showed an X-ray view into her womb and ovaries, with a target on a single egg floating in there, apparently unaware of the horde of sperm that seemed to be laser targeted to it. He felt he could use his new powers to choose how this egg was going to be inseminated, what gender the child would be, or even if he wanted the egg to split into twins. This was surprising to Max, but he was glad that his powers were apparently functioning properly and effectively. He decided to just allow to egg to split normally if it wanted to, but make sure that the baby formed from this egg would be a girl, by only letting in sperm with the right chromosomes. He figured he could experiment with multiple baby pregnancies later, and just wanted to experience choosing the gender of his future child. He realized also that he could set “rules” for her womb and ovaries as well, so he could make it that she only had one gender, only had twins/multiples, only release multiple eggs at once, or leave it all to chance like normal. Done with his choices, that she’d just have one girl, for this pregnancy and leaving no rules, Max was satisfied.

Feeling himself fall back into his body as time resumed, he felt himself resume his orgasm (a very odd sensation to resume) and start to pump rope after rope of cum into her pussy. Flooding her womb with his cum and, as he now knew, pregnant.