The Ultimate ?

Truth be told, Mike was absolutely loving Mrs. Veona's enthusiastic tit-fucking. For someone who'd never done it before, she was brilliant at it, but he had another idea. He can see his opportunity to lose his virginity and he's not about to let that go to waste. Besides, he can tell she's been needing it. No more wasted time. He leans down to whisper in her ear.

"I want to fuck you, Mrs. Veona," he breathed, "I want to give it to you like that useless prick never could. I want to fill you up and satisfy you like nobody ever has."

That in and of itself gets Mrs. Veona's attention. She rises, kicking away her panties which she'd already tugged down. She looms over Mike for a moment, licking her large soft lips naughtily in anticipation of having Mike's huge love-sausage in her and then slips herself astride his lap and sinks down onto his cock a little bit at a time. She has to take her time since she's never taken something so big in her, but Mike can hold it and encourages her by groping and rubbing at her big plush ass, then sucking again at her fat nipples once they come near his mouth again. Eventually there's only a little bit left to go and Mrs. Veona thinks she's just bottomed out, but Mike plants his hands on her wide hips and gives her a little tug, just enough to plant him all the way in. Mrs. Veona's head rocks back and she lets out a gasp of pleasure and shock as she feels herself filled up more than she ever thought possible. She feels Mike's hand on the back of her head as he pulls it forward, kissing her hard and deep, his tongue wrestling with hers, and finally she feels him start to guide her up and down on his cock. Mrs. Veona's mind is in total delerium as she bounces up and down on her favorite student's hidden treasure and all that she can think of is how much she hopes this moment never stops. Then she hears Mike whispering in her ear again.

"And how about this?" he purrs, "The ultimate ****. How about you let me cum in you? How about I cum in you now and every day after that? How about I spend all day on weekends stuffing you full of my cock and blasting your insides with load after load?"

The thought of spending every day getting fucked by Mike and all day on weekends sends her into an immediate gusher of an orgasm...but then he continues.

"So that I can knock you up," he continues breathing in her ear, "So I can make you nice and big and pregnant. So we can stroll past that stupid shit-head, you with a real man who knows how to give you what you need and his baby in your belly. And I know I'll have lots of fun slurping the milk out of your swollen titties and fucking your pregnant pussy raw."

Mrs. Veona can't even think. She just clings to Mike as he finally grunts loud and sprays pulse after pulse of thick baby-juice direct to her fertile womb. The very feeling of all that jizz blasting into her sends her into another orgasmic fit. Her brain tells her to stop, that it's all gone too far, but her body (which is quickly overrulling her brain with thoughts of vengence and her long neglected needs) is telling her how much she wants to spend her days knocked up huge with her sweet horse-dicked Mike fucking her silly.