Shane Franklin's faith-based Fertility Clinic-Chapter 1 (Patreon)

TIMESTAMP: August 21st, 20XX, 2:30 PM.

Physician’s Notes:

Patient Helen Smith arrived before at her designed appointment time with her husband, Harley Smith. The couple stated that they have a penchant for punctuality and didn’t want to risk missing their first consultation with Dr. Franklin and having to reschedule.

Mrs. Smith is a tall, statuesque Caucasian woman, with long, silky golden-blonde hair, big, doe-like, baby-blue eyes, and a pale, peaches-and-cream complexion. She’s slender, with a shapely, hourglass figure, the only semblance of meat on her well-toned body being those outlandishly monstrous, porcelain cow-tits jutting from her slim chest; those mind-bogglingly massive, doughy thighs; and the gigantic, jello-y wagon of perfectly fat, pillowy PAWG-meat she’s been hauling around since she was just a teenager. Mrs. Smith arrived wearing light makeup, a light, nude eyeshadow dusted on her eyelids, a pop of pink blush brightening up her high, defined cheekbones, and creamy, baby-pink lipstick painted across her incredibly luscious, pouty lips. She was dressed modestly, expected of an upstanding, god-fearing Christian woman like herself, her obscenely heavy, milky-white titty-fat packed inside her too-tight pastel blue sundress, the undersized bust threatening to give out beneath the sheer weight of her eye-catching bosom, while her doughy, wobbling heap of round, meaty ass made the back of her dress hang off her like an ill-fitting costume; the slightest breeze could’ve exposed those mouthwatering globes of obnoxiously twerking PAWG-meat to the world, as she clacked against the discolored linoleum floor in her white stiletto heels.

Mr. Smith held her hand tightly as he followed her into the exam room, which looked like it was shabbily and hastily put together; all the mismatched furniture and second-hand medical equipment doing nothing to ease the nerve-wracking anxiety gnawing away at his tired mind.

Harley Smith could’ve easily passed for Helen’s sister, and not her husband. He’s incredibly petite, even towered over by his lovely wife, with long (far longer than any real man would have it), wavy, chocolate-brown hair, big, wide, emerald-green eyes, a small, button nose, and irresistibly voluptuous pink lips. His girlish features all looked perfectly proportioned on his round, heart-shaped face, complimenting his pale, lightly freckly skin, and made him look far cuter than a man his age should. In fact, Harley Smith could’ve easily passed for a girl in high school, and not a grown man with a wife, home, and full-time job. Just like his wife, he was thin, with all the weight on his body packed onto his remarkably wide, girlish hips, jiggly, gargantuan thighs, and that HUGE, marshmallowy-soft mountain of bouncing booty-fat he’s been cursed to carry. Mr. Smith’s ass-cheeks were so goddamn FAT, JUICY, AND JIGGLY that it even outclassed his wife’s colossal, creamy-white twerk-shelf, and looked even FATTER squeezed into those painted-on blue jeans he was wearing! His crisp black button-down hugged his beautifully curvy figure, and made him look like an even bigger tomboy than he already did. He fidgeted with his hair, tied back in a long ponytail with long strands framing his incredibly cute face, while his wife eased his nerves by gently caressing his trembling hand.

All these years later, and the desperation was finally starting to get the best of him. He felt like a failure, a man that couldn’t even build a family with the woman he cherished so dearly. Helen’s lips curled into a soft, reassuring smile, and that only made him feel even worse. She was trying to ease his suffering, even after the countless disappointments she’s had to endure. He wanted to curl up in a ball and die. She deserved better… But, like all sinners on God’s green earth, he was selfish. He wouldn’t, no, couldn’t let her go…

That’s how they found themselves here, in the basement of their church, at the pastor’s son’s back-alley fertility clinic (which obviously wasn’t entirely legal). “Where is he?” Harley groaned, tapping his foot impatiently, while constantly checking between the door and his watch. “If he flakes on us, Pastor Franklin is going to seriously get a piece of my mind!” Yes, an angry, scathing letter! That would show him! Just as Harley was penning the furious tirade in his head, the door finally swung open…

And in walked the tallest, studliest, most musclebound black Adonis he and Helen have ever laid their eyes on…

This must’ve been Pastor Franklin’s adopted son. The boy he and the missus brought home from the inner city. Those beefy, well-fed ebony muscles certainly didn’t look like anything you could find out here in the sleepy suburbs of a homely midwestern town like Gainsborough…

Doctor Shane was a miracle worker. Plain and simple.

The young man had been the darling child of the Gainsborough Glory House Church since he'd first been brought in by pastor Riley, the leader of the church had made the painful decision to follow the voice of their father in heaven despite the troubles that ran through his own marriage. Riley and Samantha Franklin liked to consider themselves akin to Abraham and Sarah, loyal followers of God who held on desperately to the ironclad promise granted to them by divine forces of how plentiful and vigorous their flock would be.

With that promise held deep in their hearts, they built up their Church bit by bit, gathering around them a quaint collection of loyal men and women, faithful sheep led by Riley's word and singing praises to the Lord...and yet the years went by and by, with no seed blossoming within Samantha's womb and her growing more and more dissatisfied with her barrenness by the day. Until, of course, the Lord delivered in yet another mysterious package, shaped in the form of a blessed young child, even in his pre-teen years standing far taller and heavier than any of his peers, youthful, strong, athletic...a gift, a gift from God himself, he was.

The divine nature of the child that had been delivered into their arms was revealed not less than a year later, when Samantha delivered not one, not even two...but entire quintuplets of healthy, strong young babies eagerly nursing on her mouthwatering milk-jug tits...and then another set, and another, and another...seemingly endless bundles of babies were being pumped out from Samantha's well-used womb like it was a purpose built breeding vat! Not that it was too surprising, considering that Samantha was an enormously endowed, plush, pillowy-assed, jiggly-soft figure of pure MILFy perfection that looked not far off from what Helen could expect to be in the next twenty years!

That said, the sudden miraculous conception of her enormous legion of children, seemingly bred to be genetically superior in every way with how every last one of them was some gifted athlete or math and science whiz spawned from every parents wishes of what their child could be, along with the strangely consistent, pitch-black complexion of each of Shane's "siblings" spawned a growing intrigue in the young man amongst the Church's congregation. After all, the town was just full of so many would-be parents eagerly awaiting to meet their God-given purpose and be blessed with children of their own to shepherd into the world...and if a few of them came out...darker than expected, who were they to judge the bounty gifted to them by the almighty?

It was only natural that when Shane eventually received his medical degree (a dubiously obtained one at that...) and built a small, homey little practice building right across the street from his father's church, he would be overrun with couples begging to be given the gift of a child, willing to do anything to have the wombs of those freckly-cheeked, fresh-faced, God-fearing mothers in waiting SWELLED TO THE BRIM WITH THE FRUITS OF TRULY VIRILE SEED WORTHY TO PLANT ITS SPAWN WITHIN THEIR BODIES LIKE THEIR MEN HAD FAILED TO!

With not a single couple raising one complaint, and guaranteed to walk out of the hospital with a newborn babe suckling away at their mother's heaving, warm, milk-blasting sow-tits...it was only natural that Harley and Helen would have come here! They'd tried damn near everything, every alternative medicine, every fertility boosting pill...even those frankly embarrassing sex techniques that Harley never truly enjoyed...not that he could ever tell his wife that, she'd be simply heartbroken to see him be so unappreciative of her attempts to please him!

As Harley's fidgeting feet stamped against the floor impatiently and he began to wonder why they'd come here, all doubts were eradicated from his mind with Shane's presence stomping into the room. The lab coat he wore was practically constrained to the point of tearing against the enormous, meaty mass of his gigantic obsidian bulk, his skin a deep chocolate brown that looked exquisitely foreign to Harley and his wife. They weren't racist by any means...but meeting someone so...urban looking in this town was quite a rare occurrence, and the dark shade of his gorgeous, seemingly glisteningly smooth skin, along with the dreadlocks he had bouncing in front of his thickly framed reading glasses as he paced the room with a clipboard in hand, only added to the mesmerizing allure he carried just being in the same room as them.

"Hmmm...Mr. and Mrs. Smith, correct? I've been hoping to meet with you two, my father told me how...unfortunate both of you have been in your attempts to conceive. Be warned, the methods we employ here are a bit...experimental, but trust me when I tell you, the results speak for themselves." He assured the couple, eyeing up Helen's soft, squishy sweater-puppies beneath her modest dress, ballooning out from her chest in a pair of juicy whore-melons so ripe and fuckable that he'd hardly ever seen them on any patient of his since his mother! A prime breeder like this specimen unable to be impregnated? Clearly, there was something very, very wrong going on here...

This massive, towering, midnight-black Adonis had an almost otherworldly irresistibility to him, like every inch of ripplingly solid, sculpted, pitch-black muscle packed beneath his crisp white lab coat  was carved and chiseled meticulously by the divine hands of the Lord himself. This “boy” outclassed men twice his age in size AND stature, an utterly indomitable African BEHEMOTH who certainly didn’t fit this lily-white town’s “All-American” aesthetic. Just one look at him stirred something deep inside Harley, something he’d been trying desperately to repress ever since he was young.

‘NO! Not now… Please…’ A fiery-red heat crept across his face, as he gnawed desperately on his pillowy bottom lip, while his ludicrously thick, curvaceous body trembled like he was a weak-kneed bitch and not a grown man. His almost skintight, ass-squeezing silk underwear (which looked suspiciously like a pair of women’s panties wrapped around the ungodly fatness of his heavy, doughy dumptruck ass) was slowly being soaked in a hot, sticky slickness leaking obscenely from his puffy, pink, slit-like slut-cunt. He’s been like this since he was just a teenager, a hot, needy wetness gushing mindlessly from his pussy-like fag-cunny anytime he’s even remotely aroused, while the limp little clit-sized cocklet between his mind-numbingly luscious legs remained utterly useless, like a worthless ornament and constant reminder of his failure as a “man”. His sex life with his wife was practically nonexistent, and the handful times they’ve actually made love were painfully short and too humiliating to even recount. Harley can still hear the awkwardness in Helen’s voice, as she reassured him that “All men go through this. It’s completely normal. Don’t worry, sweetheart.”. Of course, Harley knew nothing about his “condition” was even remotely normal, he saw the way Helen looked at him with pity in her eyes. He knew about her nasty habit of masturbating whenever he was out at work, using that BIG, FAT, BLACK CUNT-SLAMMER DILDO to fuck herself STUPID, while watching some incredibly filthy, degrading BLACKED porn. He knew it was a sin, one she would have to answer for herself come Judgment Day, but he couldn’t judge her too harshly… After all, he’s what drove her to this. If he wasn’t such a pitiful excuse for a “man”, maybe his wife wouldn’t have to debase herself in the eyes of the Lord.

Helen’s eyes went as wide as saucers, a slow, sultry gasp quietly spilling from those pouty pink lips, as she obviously felt the same stirring deep inside that her husband did. Dr. Franklin’s deep, rumbling voice was like a drug, one that numbed their minds and left them both with a spellbound look stamped across their faces. They clung helplessly to his every word, nodding until their necks ached, as Helen soon noticed the way his dark, lecherous gaze ferociously eye-fucked her gargantuan rack of perfectly perky titty-fat. Instead of being appalled, Helen started pushing her ample chest out even more, like a piece of her was just DYING for his approval.

“P—Please, Dr. Franklin! We’re desperate! We’ve been wanting to start our own family for years now, done every fertility treatment and method under the sun, but nothing has worked…” Helen’s voice trembled, tears welling up into those big blue eyes, as Harley gave her hand a firm squeeze; a downright depressed look on his face, as he hung his head silently in shame. “A—And we’ve heard about all the women you’ve helped! You’re a miracle worker! All those big, strong, perfect children you’ve blessed these families with, it’s like you’re touched by God himself, Dr. Franklin! You’re the only one who can help us, please! We’ll do anything!” She emphasized “anything” with a little too much excitement, before Harley finally spoke up…

“I—I’ve talked to your father, trying to understand how your treatments work… And he was just so vague. In fact, everybody we asked just told us that your treatments are a ‘trade secret’ and that it would breach some kind of agreement they all made with you if they said anything to us…” Harley still believed, deep down, that Shane (was this kid even a real doctor? Where did he get his medical license from?) was just a charlatan, trying to scam desperate couples out of their cold-hard cash… But then again, the results were impossible to deny. Half the women in town had gotten pregnant after just a couple sessions with the absolute miracle worker. Harley sighed, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, as he finally made eye contact with the tall, dark, and unimaginably handsome “doctor”. His hot, sticky, leaking cunny quivered even harder, as his knees buckled and that colossal, porcelain shelf of dummy thicc wobble-fat clapped loudly. “I—I can’t just sit by and watch the years slip by anymore… Our marriage won’t be real in the eyes of God if we can’t bear children… S—So even though I have my reservations… P—Pleeease… I’m begging you… Help us… Save our family, Doctor…” Harley whimpered, unable to tear his bright green hues away from those deep, dark, smoldering eyes…

Shane had to hold back the wicked smile glinting on his perfect, marble-white teeth seeing the pure desperation painted over Helen's face, in terms of their circumstances, the Smiths were nothing too different from what he had dealt with before. A long struggling couple, absolutely baby crazed and begging for any method to sire their own offspring, the wives almost always wide-hipped, busty-bodied, amazingly curvy symbols of feminine allure brought to life itself, clearly not the problem as compared to their weaker, pasty, balding, potbellied husbands who had no idea that their tainted seed simply had no chance of bearing fruit within the womb of a worthwhile vessel of God such as the Fertile-bodied fuckwhores who filled the congregation of the Church.

It was exciting to him, to hear the desperate pleas of beautiful women begging him to do what they knew only he could and bring their wombs to flowering with progeny...whether or not they may have been born from their husband's seed though...that wasn't quite as important to them, as he was keenly aware. But as much as Helen's perfect, porcelain-skinned face as she bit her plush bottom lip and squeezed her hulking hills of massive, marshmallow-soft tit-fat to create an overwhelming window into the bursting valley of cleavage formed by her bra-busting baby-feeders, he found Harley much more intriguing…

Most of the husbands that had visited his clinic were the usual hick-town, mediocre, bucktoothed men that populated this town. Dumpy, frumpy, with bloated bubble-guts sloshing around, overfed and underdeveloped with small, twiggy arms and weak postures that clearly displayed the lacking virility that had put them in their situation. Harley though...if not for what Riley had already told him about the couple, he couldn't tell which one of them was looking to get their ovaries slammed full with thick, fatty nut-spurts until they were good and pregnant!

"Yes, yes. Excuse the secrecy...the law already condemns me from sharing information on other patients, and beyond that, my methods may be...shocking to some. But I guarantee you, everything we do here is not only guaranteed to ensure you and Harley are able to bear a God-given child of your own, but completely in line with the teachings of our heavenly father." Shane told the two of them, grabbing each of their soft, silky palms and shaking them firmly, shocking Harley with the stupendous strength of his beefy bicep flexing and nearly pulling him out of his chair, blushing with embarrassment at the knowledge that his wife was more prepared to handle the absurd power of that musclebound beefcake of a doctor in front of them than he was...he was supposed to be the man, dammit! Not some...quivering little bitch desperately looking to his SUPERIOR to do what he couldn't

"Well now...since you've told me you're prepared for anything as you said. I hope this request of mine won't shock you too much...gonna have to take off my coat, patients can get a bit...messy when we do this part. Goddamn, it's been getting a lot tighter these days." Shane grunted, rising from his seat and struggling to peel away his coat as it clung onto the gorgeous swell of his biceps almost as much as Helen's eyes clearly did, slowly unravelling from his body and making the young doctor look even more sexy somehow with his thick arms exposed to the open air, veins tracing his chiseled triceps and bulging forearms like ebony pythons coiled around his entire upper body with the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled all the way up to his enormous, diamond-hard deltoids that seemed ready to rip them apart with a single tensing flex to send those bulging black boulder-shoulders swelling to their full capacity!

He strapped on his surgical gloves, along with a mask (to hide the lecherous grin he couldn't help but cracking at what he knew was about to unfold) and spoke professionally in that deep, baritone voice of his that instinctually compelled Helen's feminine mind to meekly obey no matter what came out of it.

"Alright, would you please strip for me? I'm going to need to examine both of you rather thoroughly, there's two examination tables for you to use, and you'll be right next to each other. Oh, and Harley, would you please grab the lub-I mean, examination oil from my desk? The big pink canister, I'm gonna need it if this is going to go smoothly."

As Shane’s big, beefy black hand engulfed his own, Harley couldn’t help but stop and gawk at how long, thick, and utterly brawny his massive fingers were! Each and every one completely dwarfed his slim, girlish fingers, and certainly outclassed the adorably puny little clitty buried between the soft, milky-white squish of his mouthwateringly marshmallowy thigh-meat. The small, gnawing piece of himself that he’d been repressing all these years was starting to get louder and more uncontrollable inside his buzzing, racing mind.“ᴴᴼᵂ ᴳᴼᴼᴰ ᵂᴼᵁᴸᴰ ᵀᴴᴼˢᴱ ᶠᴬᵀ ᴰᴬᴿᴷ ᶠᴵᴺᴳᴱᴿˢ ᶠᴱᴱᴸ ᴮᵁᴿᴵᴱᴰ ᴵᴺˢᴵᴰᴱ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ˢᴸᵁᵀᵀʸ ᶠᴬᴳ-ᶜᵁᴺᵀ, ᴾᵁˢˢʸ-ᴮᴼᴵ﹖”, “ᴴᴼᵂ ᴴᴬᴿᴰ ᵂᴼᵁᴸᴰ ʸᴼᵁ ˢᵁᶜᴷ ᴼᴺ ᵀᴴᴼˢᴱ ˢᴼᴺˢ ᴼᶠ ᴮᴵᵀᶜᴴᴱˢ ᴵᶠ ᴴᴱ ᴮᵁᴿᴵᴱᴰ ᵀᴴᴱᴹ ᴰᴼᵂᴺ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ˢᴸᴼᴾᴾʸ, ˢᴸᵁᴿᴾᴵᴺᴳ ᵂᴴᴼᴿᴱ-ᵀᴴᴿᴼᴬᵀ﹖”, “ᴴᴼᵂ ᴴᴬᴿᴰ ᵂᴼᵁᴸᴰ ᵀᴴᴼˢᴱ ᴮᴵᴳ ᴮᴸᴬᶜᴷ ˢᴬᵁˢᴬᴳᴱ ᶠᴵᴺᴳᴱᴿˢ ᶜᴴᴼᴷᴱ ʸᴼᵁ ᴵᶠ ᴴᴱ ᴳᴿᴬᴮᴮᴱᴰ ʸᴼᵁ ᴮʸ ᵀᴴᴱ ᵀᴴᴿᴼᴬᵀ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵂᴼᵁᴸᴰᴺ’ᵀ ᴸᴱᵀ ᴳᴼ﹖”, on and on and on it went, like a wild animal burrowing deeper and deeper into the center of his brain! The embarrassingly bright heat stained across his cheeks was only growing darker, as he licked and nibbled on his plump, pillowy lip, and tried to ignore the steamy, sloppy, and completely OBSCENE wetness spilling out between his gigantic, jello-y globes of doughy white wobble-flesh. Of course, Harley wasn’t only one getting their panties completely DRENCHED in a sweet slurry of their own slutty juices. Helen’s lacy white thong was left totally and humiliatingly soaked, as deep, agonizing pangs of frustratingly intense ache shot through her irresistibly fat, meaty, oversized cunt; those puffy, swollen folds, so deliciously fat and meaty, were sporting a bright, fiery hue from all the years of under use she’s been forced to endure, as her hot, fragrant nectar gushed from her like a loose faucet, dripping down the supple, shapely contours of her impossibly curvy thighs, and flooding the entire office with the sweet, captivating aroma of ripe, juicy sugared strawberries!

Oh Lord… Shane’s voice was like a drug, massaging their weak, pliable minds into following HIM and ONLY HIM, as the mind-bogglingly voluptuous husband and wife nodded their heads in a dazed, delirious haze, and began mindlessly tearing off their clothes. It wasn’t until Harley had his pants halfway down his massive thunder-thighs that he realized something…

“W—Wait… W—Why do I have to get naked…?” He murmured quietly, but quickly pushed that annoying little thought back into the deepest recesses of his mind. If Dr. Shane insisted, then it must be for a reason! As the thick-hipped, pouty-lipped brunette tore off the last of his clothes, he attempted to cover up how painfully swollen and stiff his cute little clitty (hardly even an inch and a half long) was, before Dr. Shane asked him to grab the bright pink canister of “examination oil”… He let out a deep sigh, slowly tearing his trembling away from his embarrassingly teensy-tiny sissy-clit, and grabbed the canister before heading back to the exam tables Dr. Shane had already prepped…

Helen, in all her stunning nakedness, climbed on top of her exam table; the ravenous aching deep inside her fat, drooling pussy making her bright blue eyes drop shamefully to the floor, while her sweet, sticky juices spilled out all over the table and completely glazed her soft, shimmering inner-thighs. “I—I’m so sinful… I—I’m terribly sorry for soiling your equipment with my… W—Well… Y—You know… I—I don’t even want to say it…” The bosomy blonde former Beauty Queen whispered quietly as she tugged on Dr. Shane’s clean white coat. ‘ᴳᵒᵈ… ᴴᵒʷ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᶜˡᵒᵗʰᵉˢ ᵒᶠᶠ…’ That lust-fueled thought went as fast as it came, as Helen’s sweet, doting eyes looked up deep into Dr. Shane’s dark, mesmerizing gaze (and the harder she stared, the wetter, needier, and hungrier that whore cunt of hers became…).

Harley was getting antsy, the ice-cold air-conditioning nipping at his pale, darkly-freckled flesh, the overwhelmingly bright florescent lights making the whole room start to spin, while the air filled with the sugary scents he and his wife’s sinful desires and… Something earthy. Something mind-meltingly hot and musky… Something that ᴿᴱᴱᴷᴱᴰ ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ᴬ ᴿᴱᴬᴸ ᴹᴬᴺ, just like those huge, hulking bullies that used to make fun of him back in high school…

“A—Are we going to start any time soon...?” Harley asked impatiently. He needed something, ANYTHING to get his mind off that musky masculine odor assaulting his nose and clouding up his mind…

"Please, Mr. Smith, I know you might feel a bit...confused, but trust me, it's quite important for both you and your wife to be examined together. Your fertility issues don't just concern your wife, I've had consultations with many couples where the husband was too...impotent to allow them to bear a child." Shane explained, chuckling inwardly to himself at just how much of an understatement that was. If anything, every woman in Gainsborough, both from the scientific facts laid out by his medical examinations and the simple male instinct of a bullish breeding hunk like he was at heart to detect bitches just waiting for a fat wombful of blistering hot alpha-seed pumped within them to sow a superior breed of progeny within them, was goddamn hyper-fertile!

Every scan he'd conducted revealed damn near billions of waiting, wanting eggs within the ovaries of the women who consulted him so desperately. A medical miracle of fertility that showed their fat, pulsing eggs wriggling around inside of them as though desperately seeking out the slightest trace of virile sperm to burrow deep within them and conquer them eternally, to overwrite their genes with the perfect spawn that would be brought forth with a bubbling hot flood of raw, testosterone-fueled, oatmeal thick ball-slop for them to soak up and devour with the primal thirst for a man's nasty, sticky ball-grease within them~

He'd grown so used to it at this point that he could practically tell how fertile a woman would be if not for the teeny, pin-dicked, impotent sadsack she had next to her with a single shot of sperm from the gravid nuts of a real man shot inside of her. And as Helen undressed, it only became clear to him that with a proper husband, she should have been carrying a litter of octuplets by now! With a pair of hips as wide and overgrown as hers, her smooth hourglass figure, perfectly soft and plushy in all the right places with a cinched waist and midsection that only served to highlight how IMMENSELY OVERGROWN HER MASSIVE MILK-KEG UDDERS WERE AS THEY BOUNCED NAKED THROUGH THE AIR, HER PHAT, JUICY REAR STRIKING AGAINST THE COLD EXAMINATION TABLE WITH A FLESHY THWAP OF MILKY SOFT FUCKMEAT HITTING COLD, HARD METAL AND MAKING THE BULGE OF SHANE'S COCK PUSH UP AGAINST HIS PANTS EVEN HARDER THAN THE STEEL TABLE...with a body as purpose built to be clapped and drilled around massive, pulsating breeding-rods, there was simply no way that she was the infertile one.

But that was far from why Shane was conducting this examination on Harley as well, no, as he smiled beneath his surgical mask at the teeny clit-like mass of Harley's "cock", the man's balls practically shriveled up inside of him the size of miniature raisins, so diminutive that they might as well have not existed, with his pillowy poundmeat ass standing thicker, rounder, firmer AND bouncier than his wife's, so much so that it elevated him off the examination table by a good few inches even as it spilled out over the sides of the metal slab from the sheer mass of his gigantic, wobbly white whooty that he tried so desperately, and uselessly, to minimize, noticing the sultry stares of the doctor through his glasses, gulping at the realization that despite the nude presence of his gorgeous wife, Shane was almost entirely focused on HIM.

"We'll start with Harley, now, this might be uncomfortable, but I want you to just relax and keep an open mind, take deep, long, steady breaths...really make sure you're taking in as much air as possible. Trust me when I say, you'll thank me for it." The kind doctor explained, and in what might very well have been the worst thing he could have done to further exacerbate the scent-drunk brain Harley was running on right now, completely and utterly intoxicating by the growing musk of Shane's arousal permeating the air, he stood right above where his patient's head was positioned, giving him a perfect view of the thick, pulsing, massively veiny underside of Shane's slutwrecking bull-beef heaving above him!

To make matters worse, the man's balls almost seemed to be GROWING WITH A FAT, NASTY, BULLISH WAD OF HYPER-AGGRESSIVE SPERM-FLOODED SEMEN JUST FROM THE SCENT OF THE TWO BITCHES SWEET, STICKY PUSSY JUICES FLOODING THE AIR, HIS GIGANTIC COCK-KNOB DRIZZLING THROUGH HIS PANTS WITH A PRE-CUM DEWED PISS SLIT THAT SPREAD INTO AN ENORMOUS WET-SPOT OF TASTY ALPHA MALE JIZZ THAT HAD HARLEY DESPERATELY FIGHTING NOT TO TWIST HIS HEAD UP AND SWALLOW EVERY FUCKING MORSEL OF IT HE COULD GET!

And to make things worse, Shane started his examination with all the subtlety of a bull in a china shop, smacking down his oil-lubricated hands on the puffy beta bitch-nips standing stiff and hard on Harley's chest, tweaking them softly as he slowly ran his thick fingers along the man's slender torso and thick, meaty hips…

This all felt so wrong... So sordid and obscene… How would Pastor Franklin and the rest of the congregation look at him the same if they ever found out about all this? Harley’s mouth was getting dry, this throat growing hoarse, as his big, ravenous eyes mindlessly gawked at the jaw-dropping behemoth tearing through Dr. Shane’s tight pants like an absolute monster! That goddamn cunt-gaper must’ve been at least as long as his forearm, if not more! And from the looks of that absurdly beefy bulge, the sheer girth would’ve left anyone (man or woman) walking with a limp for weeks! As Dr. Shane loomed over him like an irresistible, midnight-black colossus, a part of Harley couldn’t help but savor just how… Right this all felt. How it was so natural have his hyper-feminine, outrageously curvy body devoured whole by a man, a real man, so much larger, and stronger, and obviously virile than him…

And that drug-like voice of his… Harley’s dizzying brain fog only seemed to grow even worse the more he spoke. He mindlessly whimpered and nodded, the fiery heat burning across his cheeks quickly spreading to his entire face, as he slowly licked those fat, pouty pink lips of his, drooling over the big, wet, sticky spot growing across the of Dr. Shane’s pants.

“A—Aaah ♥” Harley whined softly, gnawing on his pillowy bottom lip, as he felt those hulking, ebony hands suddenly reach out and squeeze down on his milky-white, itty-bitty fag-titties; so soft and embarrassingly sensitive, as Harley’s whole body shivered wildly, wave after wave of mind-ruining excitement violently surging down him from head to toe. ‘O—Oh Lord… F—Fuuuccckkk…!’ His buzzing brain felt like it was going to break, as hushed, humiliatingly needy groans quietly spilled out from the trembling little boi-bitch. His fat, plump, gumdrop-like nipples were getting tweaked, twisted, pinched, and pulled, and it was making his needy pink cunt-slit leak like crazy and his teeny-tiny boi-clitty stand completely on-edge! The fuck-starved brunette looked up into those dark, smoldering eyes, and purely out of animal instinct, started to spread those long, luscious, silky-soft legs of his, as if he were a woman shamefully presenting her pussy to a big, strong, superior Alpha male!

“T—This… I—It feels... S—So…” Don’t say good! DO. NOT. SAY. GOOD. “S—Strange…” It might’ve taken an abnormally long pause for that last part to come out, but at least Harley hadn’t completely humiliated himself quite yet. As Dr. Shane’s big, burly fingers slowly skated down his slender torso, down the center of his delicate chest, over his taut belly and navel, and slowly tracing down the curves of his outrageously wide, childbearing hips, Harley’s quivering “pussy” was becoming even wet and gushier; sweet, sugary fem-cum leaking mindlessly from that steamy, sloppy pink fag-cunny, drenching the exam table so embarrassingly, while Harley pushed himself down even harder on the cold, metal surface and slowly gyrated his exaggerated hips, desperate to “accidentally” spread those wobbling porcelain globes of ridiculously round, doughy-soft ass-fat apart and get even the tiniest bit of stimulation to his steaming hot, unimaginably sensitive slut-slit.

Helen couldn’t help but feel slightest dejected, not being chosen first for Dr. Shane’s examination. Of course, she was a good listener (a very ‘good girl’… God she dreamt of him calling her that so bad…) and eagerly followed the tall, dark, and irresistibly sexy doctor’s orders to the letter. She and Harley took in deep, heavy breaths, but of course, that only made their musk-induced mind-haze even worse! The stacked, obscenely busty blonde housewife unconsciously spread her legs wide, and marveling at the incredible heat and sinful juices lewdly dribbling from those fatly swollen, achingly needy pink petals. ‘Harley’s not looking here, is he…? Oh Jesus Christ… I—I’m so sorry, honey, but… I need some relief so bad…’ Helen leaned back, sinking one into the massive, jiggly heft of her mouthwateringly overgrown bosom, kneading her milky, mammoth-sized tit like dough and twisting her huge, swollen, bright pink nipple as hard as she possibly could, while her other hand slipped down between her shapely legs, fingers gently grazing back and froth against those puffy, quivering, piping hot pussy-lips, nice and slow…

She hissed quietly, biting down on her lip so hard that she nearly busted it wide open, while her fingertips mashed down HARD on her fatly swollen pink pearl, rolling her bright, agonizing clit in small, sensual circles. She squished her hand even harder down on her mind-numbingly tender teat, squeezing around her bright pink areola and twisting on her agonizing nipple, almost like she was trying to milk herself! Her sticky, sinful nectar was spilling down off the edge of the exam table, forming a huge, sloppy puddle on the dark dingy floor, as Helen pressed her thumb down on her desperate pink pleasure pearl as hard as she could, before slipping her slick fingers past her tight pussy-folds and deep inside her clenching, spasming fuck-canal; groaning deep like a wild animal, as the first (one of many soon to come) wave of fragrant fem-cum came spurting out, soaking her mind-bogglingly thick thighs and her whole fist!

“F—Fuuugggghhh… ♥♥♥” Helen grunted deeply, as she threw her head back in ungodly ecstasy, her entire body shaking like a leaf as the intense, toe-curling pleasure completely overwhelmed her! Thank God Harley had his eyes squeezed shut, otherwise he would’ve seen the dazed, fuck-drunk expression dancing across his slutty wife’s face. She turned her head to see Dr. Shane looking directly at her, those hypnotizing eyes devouring hers once again, and for once, she didn’t feel an ounce of shame. In fact, she smiled back at him, a delirious grin curling across those perfectly plump lips, before her fingers suddenly picked back up right where they left off; slipping deeper and deeper into her gushy pink pussy, until her fingertips pressed right up against her fat, nerve-ridden G-Spot, pounding the brain-breaking pleasure button over and over and over again, until she was cumming so hard she couldn’t even see straight!

Harley, however, was none the wiser, his eyes shut and his mind focused on the rough, rugged sensation of Dr. Shane’s calloused hands squeezing, groping, and molesting his lily-white curves all over. Of course, he eventually started to pick up on the unusual sounds coming from his wife’s table, and desperately wanted to sneak a peek. Then, Dr. Shane gave him a bizarre order, claiming the examination required complete focus and he shouldn’t look over at his wife until it was over. Odd, but in his touch-starved state, he couldn’t deny a direct order. He nodded meekly, his body shaking so violently, as he let out a deep, guttural groan and his eyes rolled into the back of his skull!

“W—Wait! S—Stop! I—I’m… G—Goddammit!” His trembling clitty quivered and came with sweet, sugary waves of watery, pussy-jism, lacking any trace of virility in it whatsoever! He gasped and whined like he was utterly mortified, nearly on the verge of tears, as those big, desperate green eyes gazed long and hard into Daddy Dr. Shane’s mind-melting mahogany-browns. “I—I’m sooo sorry…” Harley whimpered, drooling and licking his pouty lips like a hungry bitch in heat, as Dr. Shane’s big, beefy black hands drifted further and further down his soft, creamy-white figure…

"Sorry?" Shane grunted, his voice, already deeply hypnotic and burrowing into the most hidden corners of Harley's subconscious, ones that he'd long since tried to put behind him in his days of experimentally strumming his fingers along the pulsing pink outer walls of his quivering boy-cunt, thinking about those heavy, broad, burly-bodied football players in the locker rooms with him that so often bullied him and smacked him around till he learned his place, growing even more commanding as it lost its kind, cheery tone and was replaced with the firm orders of a military sergeant snapping his soldiers into action.

"You better be fucking sorry, Harley. Try not to contaminate the examination table with all those juices of yours, it gravely impairs the process of our examination, in fact, it looks like I'll have to reposition you just for that! Do be careful from now on, now get on your stomach, slowly too, we wouldn't want to...disrupt the examination with you shifting those fat heavy fuckin' bitch boi cheeks all over the place." Shane reprimanded the man, his chastizing tone merely for show as he not-so-subtly flirted with Amanda from across the examination table, his throbbing cockbat being fondled through his trousers by his own thick, manly hands, winking straight at the woman as Harley grunted softly and flipped himself over on the examination table, revealing what could only be the EIGHT WONDER OF THE WORLD THAT MADE UP HARLEY'S PERFECTLY PLUSH PAWB BOOTY-SPHERES QUAKING TREMENDOUSLY JUST FROM THE MOMENT HE EVEN ATTEMPTED TO ROLL OVER, AND NOW STANDING HIGH ON HIS REAR LIKE A GODDAMN DINNER PLATE BEING SET RIGHT BEFORE THE STARVING ANIMAL OF A MAN!

While she might have hated to admit it, even Helen had to accept that she stood no chance of coming CLOSE to matching the enormity of her husband's fuckable pound-spheres, but goddamn it, she had tits that just wouldn't quit, and she was intent on using those big, milk-stuffed melons to attract as much sexual attention from the good doctor as possible! Alas, for her, the doctor was an ass man, and so the still echoing chorus of WHUP WHUP WHUP that followed Harley's rolling over had him totally enraptured with this patient! So much so he outright crushed the canister of "examination oil" in his hand, lathering his hand with the sweet-scented fragrance of what was clearly flavored lube filling the air, paying no mind to appearances in that moment as he straddled the man from behind, SMACKED both his giant palms against either side of her mouthwateringly huge assflesh, and speared his girthy cockrod into the pillowy valley between them! Taking special care to grope and jiggle and lather up every spare inch of juicy white boy bootymeat he could get his hands on while mouthing some barely thought out excuse to the suddenness of his obviously sexual actions!

"D-don't panic Mr. Smith, just...unghhh routine inspection device usage here, helps me know what's going on with your prostate, careful now though...nghhhh fuck, that's some good white ass, smack that shit back all over this nigga dick...uhhh, it's very important to seeing whether or not you're the fertile one, you wouldn't want to miss out on knowing this now would you? Not to mention...if you don't let me take the test on you properly, you might just have to come back for a bigger, deeper, harder test that goes right up into that sloppy lil buss...I mean, your prostate, and that would be just awful, wouldn't it?

Goddamn that voice… So deep, so dark, so gravelly, it made Harley’s shamefully gushy, soaked fag-pussy even wetter, as he clung to every last demanding, lustful word escaping those utterly irresistible chocolate lips. “Y—Yes, Sir. I—I’m sooo sorry again, Sir!” He whimpered again in that submissive, simpering voice of his, the same sweet, slutty, slightly slurred voice he used to placate his big, mean, musclebound bullies with back when he was just a young man. Harley was mindlessly lapping at his own alluringly plump, pouty pink lips, glossing them up with as much sugary slobber as he possibly could, like he was beckoning for the magnificently sculpted, dark ebony Adonis to come and claim those mind-numbingly fat, puffy DSLs with his own. “I—I’m sooo fugghing sorry, Sir… ♥” His moans grew even needier, as he (a little too eagerly) turned himself around on the sticky, jism-drenched exam table, real slow... Just like back in the day, Harley knew exactly how to swing his hips and exaggerate his every movement to make those ridiculously springy, spongy-soft mounds of the heavy, rippling, wobbling PAWB twerk-fat bounce and clap just the way buff, beastly bulls like Dr. Shane couldn’t get enough of!

He slowly stretched out onto all-fours, spreading his legs apart nice and wide, arching his slender back, and hoisting his jaw-dropping shelf of insanely fat, marshmallowy-soft wobble-meat high up into the air! “L—Like this, Doctor? A—Am I doing it right…?” Harley asked quietly, already knowing the answer, as he felt Dr. Shane’s big, brutal hands SMACKING down on that hefty, homegrown rump of porcelain white booty-fat as hard as he could! The vicious, earsplitting “SLAP”’s rang out like bullets, ricocheting off the walls and Harley’s deeply confused and flustered mind, before his eyes went wide like saucers as he felt something LONG, THICK, AND UNIMAGINABLY HOT sliding between his suffocatingly pillowy ass-cheeks…

He shivered and shuddered like the weak-kneed bitch he was born as, gasping as his puny little clitty and desperately aching fag-pussy trembled and quivered so obscenely for attention and relief! Harley marveled at how Dr. Shane’s enormous fingers, bigger and beefier than his adorably teeny-tiny sissy-clit could ever hope to be, SUNK into those mind-meltingly squishy, glistening phatty-spheres he was hauling around like a wagon; mauling all that jiggly, jello-y ass-flesh until every inch was stained with big, brightly burning handprints! He kneaded and squeezed and smacked the shameful little beta-bitch’s Everest-sized mountain of lily-white cheek-meat until Harley was practically twerking without moving a single muscle, simply letting his goddamn pornstar-quality phatty ripple and jiggle like ocean waves!

“D—Dr. Shane… O—Oh my Lord, that tool is so big and thick! F—Fuuggghhh ♥ D—Don’t tell me that big ol’ thing is actually going to slide inside me?! O—Oh god it’s… T—Twitching like crazy between my fat meaty ass-cheeks, Doctor! S—Sooo fugghhhing fat and beefy… S—Sweet Jesus does that feel sooo… M—Mmmmppphhhmmm ♥♥♥ S—Sweet fucking Jesus…” Harley’s deep, desperate groans grew even heavier and huskier, as he slowly rocked his hips up and down, sending that gigantic, clapping tub of vanilla-white booty-meat bouncing and forth on that impossibly long, unbelievably beefy, and ridiculously vein-riddled “tool” Dr. Shane was wielding! “I—It would be! S—Sooo fugghhhing bad if that big ol’ beefy tool pushed deep inside my tight, sloppy, steaming hot hole! I—It’s an obscene sin, digging out my guts with that long, throbbing hot piece of meaty pipe… Nice and hard… P—Pinning me down and… S—Shhhiiittt… I—I’m cumming! I—I’m sooo sorry, Dr. Shane! I—I can’t help it ♥♥♥” This time, however, it wasn’t Harley’s clitty squirting like a bitch, it was his sweltering hot, incredibly puffy, slit-like sissy-pussy that quivered and spurted out a slick, sloppy, deliciously sweet slurry of steamy fem-cum all over Shane’s heavy, dark-chocolate fuck-spire; drenching it and those gargantuan-sized nigga-nuts, huge, sloshing, packed to the brim with a seemingly endless supply of thick, chunky, ovary-flooding baby-batter, in enough sugary, strawberry-flavored jism to leave every single inch just dripping in a thick, shimmery glaze.

“N—Nooo… I—I’m sooo terribly sorry, Dr. Shane! O—Oh my god, I’m so goddamn embarrassed right now… T—This… I—Is just too much fugghhhing stimulation… I—It’s making my buss— I mean my hole go crazy…” Harley didn’t dare stop twerking his creamy-soft pound-cakes like an absolute bitch, all that cock-clobbering cheek-meat pounding mindlessly against Shane’s rock-hard pelvis over and over and over again, while he gyrated his wide, meaty hips, making his big ol’ bubbly, bouncing booty-globes swish, swing, and clap like an oil-soaked scene straight out of a rump-shaker video! He was just far too good at this to have never done it before…

Meanwhile, Helen was losing her ever-loving mind, frigging her needy, clenching cunt until she couldn’t see straight;  squirting her brains out until she couldn’t come up with a coherent thought in that empty little head of hers; crying out in deep, agonizing lust until her incredibly hoarse throat finally started to give out on her! The monstrously breasted fuck-doll had never felt so goddamn neglected in her entire life! All the years spent in her sexless, passionless marriage felt like a breeze compared to the deep-seated, gnawing FUCK-LUST she was enduring right this moment! SHE NEEDED SOME BIG BLACK NIGGA-DICK ♥♥♥ SHE NEEDED TO GET FUCKED ♥♥♥ NEEDED TO GET FUCKING DRILLED SO DEEP THAT HER LEGS GAVE OUT AND HER PUSSY PERMANENTLY MELDED TO THE SHAPE AND SIZE OF DR. SHANE’S HOME-WRECKING BULL-DICK ♥♥♥ NOW! NOW! NOW! She snarled like a mindless animal, watching in amazement at how even with Harley’s monumental ass-cheeks swallowing up Dr. Shane’s cunt-breaking black behemoth, there were still INCHES of beefy, swollen, gut-punching nigga-meat still peeking out from the swell of those gigantic, doughy twerk-globes; that humongous, purplish womb-buster of a cockhead hosing down Harley’s back in a bubbling hot coat of creamy-white, oatmeal-thick pre-jizz, all while the pint-sized fag-sleeve groaned so deeply and shuddered even harder!

“W—What is that?! A—Another special ointment or something, Doctor? G—God it’s so hot… S—So thick… I—It feels sooo… Amazing ♥” Harley huffed, shamelessly letting that long, drooling tongue of his unfurl from his piping hot maw; his doe-like eyes completely glazing over, filling to the brim with nothing but deep yearning and desire, while his stiff, agonizingly needy clitty quivered and spurted more watery, femme fag-cum all over Dr. Shane’s exam table! The teeny little slut-doll just couldn’t control himself anymore!

"Bitch! The fuck did I JUST tell you, huh? Or are you just too much of a dick-drunk fagboy to stop yourself from squirting all over my goddamn equipment just getting this thick tool between your phat white asscheeks, huh? Nasty little bitch, the fuck do you think the congregation would say if they heard about this? You creaming all over the place like a homo from a routine doctor's examination, lucky for you, the hippocratic oath keeps me from discussing such information publicly, doesn't stop me from showing you what disobedient patients get, though!" Shane grumbled angrily, filling Harley with a mixture of fear and raunchy, forbidden lust at the sheer thought of what it would feel like to be brought to heel before the unrestrained physicality of a man as mightily endowed with such thick, powerful bundles of tight, epically strong muscle, too scared to outright beg for it, but too curious to even dare protest against it as he meekly moaned and shook his oil-soaked cheeks of doughy sissy-meat all over the place, enticing the towering hunk to do something…

He wouldn't have to wait long though, as in just a few minutes, the enormous spire of cunt-clubbing monster-dick rubbing deep between the meaty cavern of ~~her~~ sorry...his bubbly bootycheeks going from rock-hard to A GODDAMN TITANIUM STEEL PIPE OF BUSSY-WRECKING BREEDING MEAT THAT OUTRIGHT SHREDDED THROUGH HIS ALREADY TIGHT TROUSERS, THE GODLIKE SPEAR OF HULKING BULL BEEF FLOPPING DOWN ATOP THE RIPE, BOUNCY BOI-BUNS JUTTING OUT FROM BEHIND HARLEY RIGHT AS HIS GIANT ARMS LAUNCHED OUT IN HEAVY, PUNISHING STRIKES ON THAT JUICY ROUND REAR!

"SMACK! SMACK! KLAPPPPPPP!!!!"

"Fuckin' look at you! Tiny little fat assed boislut bitch been twerking so hard with that jiggly hoe ass that my tool's ripped through my goddamn pants! The fuck you gotta say for yourself for being such a little slut, huh? You think it's honorable to God for you to shake your giant shelf of fatass twerkmeat all over the place? Can feel it just from how this soaked little sissy cunt is squirtin' all over me, you and your wife's situation is much worse than I thought it'd be, but I can't waste the whole session examining you while you let that tiny little bitch clit of yours soak all my equipment. Now you just lie there nice and tight and don't move a muscle...it's important to make sure Helen stays...focused on her role in all this," Shane dominantly asserted, a high pitched whine of desolate emptiness spilling out from Harley's plump, spit-soaked lips before being promptly shut up once again by the doctor's destructive hand whipping out two more times and painting each of the simpering sissy's fat, fuckable poundcakes bright red with his burning handprints.

“SMACK” “SMACK” “SMACK”, the sound of Shane’s big, brutal open palm CRASHING down on Harley’s ridiculously round, wobbling globes of blistering red ass-fat only seemed to be getting louder and even more intense! He deserved it! He deserved to get punished for being such a needy, nasty little fag-bitch! For soiling the good doctor’s expensive equipment with all of his slutty, sugary sissy-jism like some braindead, cock-starved fuck-sleeve! Harley relentlessly twerked those gargantuan-sized spheres of jiggly, jello-y beta-boi booty-meat like it was an animalistic mating ritual, panting and groaning incoherently, while the deep, vicious snarling tearing from Shane’s cursing lips only pushed the simpering little sissy-doll even further into his needy, fuck-crazed stupor! “I—I’m SOOO fugghhhing sorry for being such a nasty little homo bitch, Dr. Shane ♥♥♥ S—Sooo fugghhhing sorry for acting like such a sinful slutty stripper and shaking this big bubbly wagon of bitch-boi jiggle-fat all over the place! Mmmppphhhmmm ♥♥♥ S—Such a big fugghhhing tool! T—Too fucking fat! O—Oh Jesus Christ, pleeease, probe my quivering pink bussy with that thick twitching tool, Doctor! N—Nooo! P—Pleeease! D—Don’t leave meee ♥♥♥ S—Slam it deep inside my ass, Dr. Shaneeee!~ ♥♥♥” Harley finally lost it, tears streaming down his face, as all the closeted frustrations pent up over his entire life were finally coming out! Of course, he was immediately silenced by a frenzy of mind-numbingly vicious “SMACK”’s on his homegrown shelf of mindlessly clapping cheek-meat, as he thrusted his big ol’ bubbly fag-booty back and forth harder and faster through the air; imagining that the towering ebony doctor was still behind him, reaming his hungry, virgin hole with that fatly-veined tool jutting out between his tree-trunk legs…

"Now...for you, Mrs. Smith, please excuse the wait. I don't often examine the men who come to my clinic, but Harley is quite a special case, isn't he? Why, I'd almost think you two were sisters instead of a couple, after all..." He stopped, making sure to stand just so his tense, cum-dripping cock-crown was drooling its oatmeal thick nut-gruel right above Helen's sticky, wet, trembling bitch-slit, achingly hot beads of nasty ball-gunk squeezing out from his overgrown piss-slit and striking down right against her clit with a thick, wet PLOP!

To make things even worse with how close Helen was to CREAMING HER PRACTICALLY UNTOUCHED, CUM-THIRSTY CUNNY RIGHT THEN AND THERE Shane made sure to bend over and press his huge, burly body, practically a wall of solid obsidian fuck-flesh with his perfectly carved chin oh so close to her ear and whispering the rest of his words.

"Both of you seem to be black cocksluts desperate for a real man to knock you up...oh, but would you look at that? Seems like Helen here has already gotten herself all warmed up for me, such a compliant patient, not at all like your husband over there, who better still have his eyes nice and SHUT. Why don't we get to the bottom of this, shall we? I'll have to go even deeper than I did with Harley though, hopefully you don't mind, Mrs. Smith."

"Now...for you, Mrs. Smith, please excuse the wait. I don't often examine the men who come to my clinic, but Harley is quite a special case, isn't he? Why, I'd almost think you two were sisters instead of a couple, after all..." He stopped, making sure to stand just so his tense, cum-dripping cock-crown was drooling its oatmeal thick nut-gruel right above Helen's sticky, wet, trembling bitch-slit, achingly hot beads of nasty ball-gunk squeezing out from his overgrown piss-slit and striking down right against her clit with a thick, wet PLOP!

To make things even worse with how close Helen was to CREAMING HER PRACTICALLY UNTOUCHED, CUM-THIRSTY CUNNY RIGHT THEN AND THERE Shane made sure to bend over and press his huge, burly body, practically a wall of solid obsidian fuck-flesh with his perfectly carved chin oh so close to her ear and whispering the rest of his words.

"Both of you seem to be black cocksluts desperate for a real man to knock you up...oh, but would you look at that? Seems like Helen here has already gotten herself all warmed up for me, such a compliant patient, not at all like your husband over there, who better still have his eyes nice and SHUT. Why don't we get to the bottom of this, shall we? I'll have to go even deeper than I did with Harley though, hopefully you don't mind, Mrs. Smith."

Helen was on Cloud Nine, that steaming hot whore cunt of hers gushing so desperately, as Shane, in all of his sweaty, ripplingly chiseled glory, loomed over her and pressed his heavy, rock-solid body right up against her; Weighty, tapioca-thick wads of bubbling hot pre-nut oozing from his obscenely swollen, purplish cockhead and dropping down onto her puffy, trembling pink pussy-lips, as his beefy, tadpole-sized swimmers wriggled through the hyper-potent ball-batter, furiously hunting down anything remotely resembling a big, fat, fertile egg for them to breed! The sound of his voice was like a drug, and she was nothing but a starving junkie desperate for her next fix! Wave after wave of brain-breaking excitement shot down her ravishingly voluptuous body, as the cock-starved housewife eventually worked up the nerve to steal a kiss from Dr. Shane’s irresistibly full, chocolaty lips.

This wasn’t like those loveless little pecks she and Harley shared, no, this was much, MUCH nastier! Hot, steamy slobber flying everywhere, slathering her beet-red face, as she ravenously plunged her soft, squishy tongue deep, deep, DEEP down his hot, leathery gullet! Her fat, pillowy lips sealed so starvingly around his that they were sure to be bruised come morning, but she didn’t give a DAMN! She was mewling like a needy little sex-kitten, as she coaxed his bigger, beefier tongue out into the hot, muggy open-air and coiled hers around it fiercely; jerking it up and down, tracing the tip of her tongue across every last inch of his oversized muscle, before happily opening up her piping hot maw and waiting for the blue-black doctor to feed her a big, sloppy wad of his addictive spit!

The fat-titty blonde MILF angled her hips just right so she could desperately mash her steaming hot cunny-folds back and forth against Dr. Shane’s impossibly long, stiff, pussy-probing “tool”, hosing it down in all the sugary sweet pussy-slop she could, while she nodded feverishly at his every word (barely hearing a thing coming out of those gorgeous brown lips at all!). Purely out primal instinct, she spread those creamy-white legs as far apart as she could, presenting her perfect pink pussy to him like the neediest little fuck-tease, as she quietly muttered the words “ᴰ—ᴰᵉᵉᵖᵉʳ… ᴰᵉᵉᵖᵉʳ… ᴰᵉᵉᵖᵉʳ… ♥♥♥” over and over and over again under her breath; looking up at Dr. Shane with the most dazed, lust-addled look in those big, heart-shaped blue eyes of hers…

For as much as Helen was an obviously cock-drunk, lusty, baby-crazy bitch, squirming and writhing like an eel fished out of the ocean with the utterly overwhelming sensation of pulsing pleasure and depraved, sultry need for his colossal cum-cannon raging so hard that it was spilling out of her with her body instinctively craving the slightest scent, touch...taste of his stone-solid body wherever she could get it, even he was shocked to see her so easily tilt her head up and smack her lips against hers with the craven need of a desert nomad desperately lapping up a fresh spring oasis and barely clinging on with the cool, life-giving nectar flooding his throat.

But that didn't mean he wasn't receptive to it, far from it in fact, the doctor's thick, luxurious brown lips only momentarily conveyed his shock before immediately curling into a mischievous smile, and in mere moments Harley went from initiating the union of their oral cavities to being absolutely dominated by his thick, studly tongue, practically forcefeeding all that tasty black hunk spittle deep down her fresh, wet, piping hot throat and his manly hand dwarfing her chin and pulling her deep into the kiss until all her senses were practically consumed by HIM.

God, she knew how wrong it was, how sinful...to be so joyfully embracing another man, letting her ripe pink tongue smack and slobber all over that spit-soaked mouth-muscle of his, bigger, stronger and firmer than Harley's ever was on the rare occasion that he allowed her a break from the monotonous attempts at passionless, dark, unenthusiastic missionary "sex" that oh so often led to him losing what little beginnings of an erection he worked hours to sustain, with both going to bed bitter and unsatisfied, equally aware that something they both needed was dreadfully missing that left them desperate and pining for something else, something new...something better.

And right now, every towering inch of that BETTER, BIGGER, BEEFIER BLACK FUCK-SLAB THAT SHE WAS SO EAGERLY AWAITING TO BLESS HER EAGER WOMB WITH THE GIFT OF LIFE WAS RIGHT ON TOP OF HER SOAKED SLUT-FOLDS, SMACKING OVER HER QUIVERING QUIM AND SLIDING BETWEEN THOSE PUFFY LIPS LIKE A HOT, VEINY, IMPOSSIBLY THICK SAUSAGE SPLITTING APART A HOT DOG BUN WHILE HIS RAUNCHY ALPHA-ROD SPILLED OUT WITH ENDLESS MESSY, BUBBLING HOT TRAILS OF STICKY PRE-SLUDGE ALL OVER HER TRIM LITTLE BELLY!

Doctor Shane truly was a gift from God, how couldn't he be? Of course, she knew what Harley told her, what she'd been told so many times in her youth when she went to confession and spilled out her depraved fantasies to be taken and ravaged by the tall, handsome, ebon-skinned giants her father had employed to work the land on his farm before their family had sold it, but it was clear to her now that this had to be divine! After all...how could sin feel so good?

The sticky chorus of wet, nasty "SCHLRP! SCHLORP! SCHRPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSS!!!" bouncing off the walls of the examination room made Harley's poor, untouched clit rumble and shake against the cold steel table, his eyes struggling to remain closed as he desperately desired within himself to view what his wife was being subjected to, shamefully enough, not to protect her...but to indulge in the lustful fervor she was so clearly enraptured in and share some semblance of the forbidden pleasure clearly rocking her mind with every passing moment right now...

But just before his temptation could reach the breaking point of his will, Shane forcefully pulled away from his wife's ravenous lips, much to both of their disappointment, a connecting string of Helen's sweet spittle, sticky, fragrant, and smelling of the same faint scent of wild cranberries and fresh grapes that was wafting off her STEAMING, UTTERLY SOAKED SLIT AS IT THROBBED AND PULSED BEFORE HIS EYES, DESPERATELY BEGGING FOR THE ATTENTION OF THE ONLY MAN IN THE ROOM WHO COULD GIVE HER WHAT SHE HAD BEEN SO WOEFULLY DENIED FOR YEARS!

"I'll be honest here, Helen. I can tell...just from how this...wet, sloppy, phat, needy little MILF cunt is dripping all over this dick...you're definitely not the problem here. A real man would have knocked you up years ago, if you were my wife? Well, there wouldn't be a day you weren't either nice and heavy with my seed in your womb, ready to give me a new litter of kids or just about getting ready for me to dump a new one straight into that womb of yours. Too bad for you, my examination tells me your hubby's prostate there barely even produces real semen, your man has a fucking g-spot and his cock is a wimpy little bitch-clitty. I'm pretty sure his balls never even dropped. But...just for you being such a great patient, I'll do you the favor of an extra deep, thorough examination..." He snickered, standing up and brutally FLOPPING his monstrously thick member over Helen's sopping wet clit, just to see her mewl and thrash about, nearly crying with the need to be WRECKED AND RUINED BY THE MONSTROUS LENGTH OF A FATLY-VEINED ALPHA MALE CUNT-SPLITTER MASHING THROUGH HER INSIDES LIKE THEY DESERVED!

And then, slowly, he dropped to his knees, his face barely visible from the angle she was set on the table, his one arm reaching up to softly squish that thick, manly hand of his deep into one tender orb of weighty breastflesh jiggling from her chest, his voice a scant whisper, breathing onto her sensitive clit with a sultry tone that nearly made her cum right then and there.

"Isn't this just the perfect demonstration of how worthless poor Harley's puny pecker really is? Cause I'm about to make you cum more with just my tongue this session than he ever has with his entire body your whole marriage."

FUCK ♥♥♥ It was too much! This was all too much! Helen felt like her brain was absolutely MELTING, as she was bombarded and overwhelmed with an unceasing assault of spine-tingling, heart-pounding, cunt-soaking pleasure! She swished and swirled Dr. Shane’s massive, sloppy wad of spittle back and forth against her tongue, savoring it like a fine and exquisite delicacy, before finally swallowing it down her steaming hot gullet and lolling out of her long, drooling tongue with the most satisfied, fuck-addled look on her slender, seductive face! The cheating blonde whore groaned like an absolute madwoman, as that frighteningly fat African spear of long, vein-riddled, cunt-mashing Alpha meat ground even harder against her unbelievably plush, puffy, trembling pussy-lips; his beyond beefy, womb-wrecking cockhead blasting bubbling hot ropes of thick, chowder-y pre-seed all over her taut, toned tummy and underneath those magnificently massive, milky-white pair of perfectly pillowy cow-tits.

Eventually, Dr. Shane finally pulled himself away from Helen’s starving lips, but not before spitting one last hot glob of addictive slobber right down her greedy pink throat, as her gasping, mindless moans of ecstasy became even more frenzied and frantic! Helen’s big blue eyes rolled deep into the back of her skull, as Dr. Shane’s gigantic, ebony fuck-spire SMACKED harder and meaner against her agonizingly stiff, swollen clit, POUNDING the fat, nerve-ridden pleasure point over and over again until she was wailing like a wounded animal. His degrading, raunchy words sounded exactly like the tiny hateful voice constantly lingering in the back of her mind, telling her that the man she loved, the man she built a life with, the man she vowed to honor and uphold in front of her friends, and family, and God himself, was just a bitch-brained fag-doll starving for big, thick, cunt-gaping cuts of veiny monster cock.  He would never, EVER give her the family she always dreamed of having. No, he was nothing but a slutty, simpering cock-tease, just like her… She wanted say desperately to disagree, to berate the good doctor for even insinuating something like that, but all she could do was groan in that very hoarse, needy whine of hers, and mindlessly nod her empty head, as the studly, sculpted dark-chocolate Adonis slowly dropped to the filthy floor…

Helen could hardly see him anymore, but what she could feel was the crushing strength of his behemoth-sized black hand sinking into the supple, springy, spongy-soft squish of her heavy, mammoth-sized milk-jugs; fat pockets of jiggling titty-flesh seeping between the laces of his beefy, sausage fingers, as he abused her pale white udders like his own personal stress ball, kneading and squeezing and milking her colossal, creamy-soft tit-shelf until every square inch was just covered in big, bright, bruised handprints!

She shivered with anticipation, as the furnace-like heat of Dr. Shane’s breath steamed against her squishy, dripping, quivering cunny-lips; her whole body spasming uncontrollably, luscious legs shaking like she was in the midst of a violent seizure, as she resisted the overwhelming urge to squirt all over the handsome young doctor’s irresistible face!

“ʸ—ʸᵉˢˢˢ… ᵉ—ᵉˣᵗʳᵃ ᵈᵉᵉᵖ, ᵖˡᵉᵉᵉᵃˢᵉ… ᵐ—ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ ᶜᵘᵐᵐᵐ… ᵖ—ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ ᵖˡᵉᵉᵉᵃˢᵉ… ᵒ—ᵒʰ ᵍᵒᵈᵈᵈ, ᵖˡᵉᵉᵉᵃˢᵉ… ⁱ—ⁱ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵘᵐᵐᵐ ˢᵒᵒᵒ ᵇᵃᵈᵈᵈᵈᵈᵈᵈ ♥♥♥” Helen grunted as his sinful, tempting serpent of a tongue slowly scraped against the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner-thigh, as the shaking, squirming cheating housewife threw her head back and furiously arched her back; letting out the most unnatural, animalistic screech her trembling, cumming, fag-bitch husband’s ever heard in his entire life!

Harley kept his eyes closed at all costs, resisting temptation and following Dr. Shane’s sage wisdom like such a pious devotee, while his aching little clitty emptied more and more sweet, sugary fem-jism all over the big black bull doctor’s cum-caked exam table! The ungodly stench of Dr. Shane’s irresistibly pungent, hyper masculine musk flooding his lungs and clouding his mind even harder, while the fuck-drunk sissy fuck-sleeve fantasized about he and his wife riding that life-ruining slab of big, beastly black breeding beef together, slobbering on it together, getting caked in the scalding hot Alpha seed gurgling loudly in his humongous, hulking jizz-kegs together! ‘ᴵᶠ ᴼᴺᴸʸ ʸᴼᵁ ᴬᶜᶜᴱᴾᵀᴱᴰ ᵂᴴᴬᵀ ᴬ ᴾᴬᵀᴴᴱᵀᴵᶜ ᴸᴵᵀᵀᴸᴱ ᶜᵁᴹ-ᴰᵁᴹᴾ ʸᴼᵁ ᵂᴱᴿᴱ ᴮᴼᴿᴺ ᵀᴼ ᴮᴱ, ᴹᴬʸᴮᴱ ᵀᴴᴱᴺ ʸᴼᵁ ᶜᴼᵁᴸᴰ ᴹᴬᴷᴱ ᴾᴼᴼᴿ ᴴᴱᴸᴱᴺ ᴴᴬᴾᴾʸ ᶠᴼᴿ ᴼᴺᶜᴱ…’ That nagging, gnawing voice, always goading him on to give in and accept his sinful nature, it was growing even nastier, spewing its venomous words louder and louder, and now... Harley was even starting to agree with it!

"GLORP~ SCHLORP~ SHRLLLLLLPPPPPPP~" Harley could feel his puny sissy clit-nub reacting to the foreign, alien noise of wet, sticky flesh mingling together. This wasn't sex, no, a hunky, towering statue of obsidian stallion bulk like Shane? The simpering white boy had never seen it for himself, but he knew very well from the nasty, primal, guttural sounds of MIGHTY, ASS-PLAPPING, WOMB-SMASHING, BITCH-BREEDING STRENGTH THAT FLOODED THEIR BEDROOMS WHEN HIS WIFE SPENT HOURS DEEP PAST MIDNIGHT FINGERFUCKING HER SQUELCHING SLUT-FOLDS WHILE RAUNCHY, DEGRADING, BLACK BULL SEX PLAYED ON HER LAPTOP WITH CLIP AFTER CLIP OF HARDCORE INTERRACIAL FUCKFEST PORNOGRAPHY!

No, this was more subtle...slower, more deliberate, but somehow, deep down, Harley could still feel that his wife was being taken from him with every sloppy, sticky, spit-soaked slurp of feminine flesh ringing out through the examination room, and in its own way, that was even more humiliating. While the impassioned pussy-eating frenzy Shane was on might have been more subtle to Harley's ears, it was much overshadowed by the howls of Helen thrashing about on the examination table like a woman possessed! She was arching her back, folding her legs around the good doctor's neck so strongly that any lesser man with a neck not as thickly corded with beefy hunkmeat as his, pulling him straight against the cleft of her naked slit and swiping his nose against her clit like a credit card the entire time.

God...Shane wasn't even having sex with her, and yet here Helen was, waves of pleasure flooding her while her glossy lips hung open, shivered and tensed in pure bliss, eyes rolling back into her head, sweat rolling down her as her muscles tensed, body pulsed and face blushed fiercely with every passing moment.

What began as a mere teasing tonguing of Helen's g-spot soon became a TOUGH, BULLYING BEAT OF THUMPING TONGUE-RUTTING THAT STRUCK INTO HER MOST SENSITIVE SPOTS SO DAMN HARD THEY FELT LIKE THEY WERE BEING BRUISED, THE DOCTOR'S HANDS MOVING AS HE STOOD UP AND PULLED HELEN BY HER DOUGHY, COCK-BAITING ASS-SPHERES LIKE THE HULKING BRUTE HE WAS, THE WOMAN SUSPENDED IN THE AIR BY HIS OTHERWORLDLY STRENGTH WHILE HER HANDS WEAKLY GRABBED THE EXAMINATION TABLE AND HER HIPS WEAKLY RUTTED AGAINST HIS FACE, SQUIRTING ENDLESSLY AND SCREAMING OUT HER DEPRAVED DESIRE WHILE HE DRANK THE FRESH, FRUITY PUSSY-JUICE SQUIRTING OUT OF HER CUNT OVER AND OVER AGAIN!

Harley had nearly came again just from listening to the sordid display, to say nothing of the scent of what could only be a nasty, breeding-ready bitch in heat quirting out pheromones in search of a prime mate to breed her, but before he could find his shameful pleasure again, the noises ended abruptly, with a squishy PLAP of slippery, femcum-soaked, gigantically round ass-spheres striking the table, his wife groaning and panting in the afterglow of orgasmic bliss...a sound which he'd never heard from her before, but could tell just from listening to that that was what she rightfully deserved as a woman.

"God...what we were doing wasn't even real sex. That's what it's meant to be, isn't it? Doctor Shane can give her that, but I'm too weak...it's just like pa used to say when I was little, maybe I really should've been born a girl..."

The sound of Shane snapping his fingers cut through Harley's self-deprecating thoughts, a deep, manly, baritone growl rumbling from the walls of the examination room as he asked, no, demanded the couple to get up, their shaky legs barely carrying them on the floor, soaked with sticky splurts of tacky ball-jelly and Helen's own sweet pussy-juice.

The sight of Doctor Shane completely naked as he did away with his coat and unbuttoned that tightly clinging dress-shirt that molded to his ebony muscle like a second skin greeted Harley and instantly did away with any chance of hiding the embarrassing stiffness of his teeny sissy-stump, the primal scent of Shane alone itching at some deep, instinctual part of the "man"'s brain that he vowed never to give into, that had remained denied and unseen ever since his father caught him with those big, beefy linebacker hunks from his high-school football team…

"It looks like it's worse than I thought. Harley, you were right to come here...there truly is no chance of you ever impregnating your wife, your sperm production is practically non-existent, and even with years of testosterone replacement therapy, I see no chances of that ever changing. Helen, however...it seems you have the exact opposite issue. Wide, round hips, enormously overgrown...assets, extremely hyperfeminine facial features. In my medical opinion, it seems your wife 'suffers' from Ovula hyperia, or, if we're using the more technical term...hyper-fertility syndrome. If even a drop of semen with sperm powerful enough to reach her womb were to fill her, I can almost guarantee a pregnancy. This is a very unconventional treatment of course, and you're perfectly allowed to say no...but my recommendation would be for me to act as a sperm donor on your behalf, Harley. In house, of course, all those fertility treatments with test tubes and artificial semination have so many awful side effects, and besides, that's not how our lord intended for women to be impregnated, is it?" Shane told them, one hand mesmerizingly stroking his quivering breedpole the entire time, Helen barely even hearing anything beyond the screaming subconscious desire to PUMP HER PUSSY ALONG EVERY INCH OF RIGID ALPHA BEEF PUSHING OUT FROM BETWEEN HIS THIGHS AND DRINK HIS SEED DEEP THROUGH HER ACHING COCKPOCKET WOMB, an audible, nasty rumbling noise of grglgrlhrggggg subtly thumping from his writhing ballsack, those giant jizz-kegs looking like an entire living being all on its own, an enormous mass of sperm-stuffed breeding bags that clearly spoke to at least one of the things Shane was saying being true…

Just one fucking shot milked out of those hyper-active, godlike alpha-nuts would GUARANTEE that she'd be a pregnant sow right then and there.

The sounds coming from Helen sounded like something almost inhuman… Deep, primitive, utterly primal groans tearing violently from those ravishingly fat lips of hers, as each every devastatingly sloppy “SSSLLLRRRPPP” and “SSLLLIIICCCKKK” sent hers and Harley’s outlandishly curvaceous bodies reeling! Harley desperately thrashed back and forth on the sticky, cum-glazed exam table, wishing he could just sneak a single peek at monstrously muscled ebony Adonis mauling mercilessly on his precious white wife; each braindead squeal ringing from his beloved Helen only making him shiver and spasm even harder, while the lusty, animalistic roars of pleasure rumbling from deep within Shane’s leathery throat was making his agonizingly stiff, trembling clitty squirt even more furiously with sweet, sugary sissy-cum! He couldn’t stop dreaming about that big, burly tongue of his invading his wife’s starving pink cunt, and quietly yearning for him to eventually shove that long, thick piece of muscle deep, deep, DEEP inside his greedily-squeezing, gushy pink fag-pussy! ᴳᴼᴰ ᴴᴱ ᵂᴬˢ ᴶᵁˢᵀ ˢᴼ ᴶᴱᴬᴸᴼᵁˢ ♥ ᵂᴴʸ ᶜᴼᵁᴸᴰᴺ’ᵀ ᴴᴱ ᴴᴬⱽᴱ ᴮᴱᴱᴺ ᴮᴼᴿᴺ ᵂᴵᵀᴴ ᴬ ᴮᴵᴳ, ᶠᴬᵀ, ˢᴸᴼᴾᴾʸ ᴾᵁˢˢʸ ᶠᴼᴿ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᴹᴼᴺˢᵀᴱᴿ-ᴴᵁᴺᴳ ᴺᴵᴳᴳᴬ-ᴮᵁᴸᴸ ᵀᴼ ᶠᵁᶜᴷ ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ᴬᴺ ᴬᴺᴵᴹᴬᴸ ♥♥♥

Helen’s squishy, steamy, mindlessly squirting pussy was feverishly pumping wave after wave of sugary sweet fem-cum all over Shane’s irresistibly handsome face, that perfectly plump, quivering canal clenching around his beefy, oversized brute of a tongue with all her might, but of course that didn’t stop him, not even for a second! The utterly insatiable, ebon-skinned stud continued his relentless assault on Helen’s defenseless pussy, slurping up her fat, doughy slut-folds and mashing his big, broad nose into the cleft of her fatly swollen clit, while he lifted her glistening, convulsing body off the table like she was his own personal fuck-doll; tongue BASHING her engorged, mind-bogglingly sensitive G-Spot so hard that she almost worried the sheer pleasure of it all might just put her in a fuck-induced coma, as she locked her long, voluptuous legs as fiercely around his head as she possible could, while going absolutely crosseyed from the mind-melting ecstasy coursing throughout her weak, womanly body!

‘OH FUCK ♥♥♥ OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST ♥♥♥ I’M CUMMING!’ The unspeakable noises coming from Helen made poor Harley squirt like a fuck-starved bitch right on the spot! His wife truly sounded like a fertile whore just BEGGING to be bred by an absolute Alpha Adonis, as she completely and shamefully DRENCHED Shane’s flawlessly chiseled face in a totally ludicrous amount of her sweet, passionate fem-cum (more than she’s ever cum in her entire life, filled with an unbelievably delectable flavor that only true unbridled bliss could ever concoct!). Her soft, delirious panting and gasping were filled with a hushed purring, like Helen was just another mindless sex-kitten starved for a real man’s cock and not one of the good doctor’s “patients”. Like she was asking to be fucked even stupider than she already was, without even saying a single word…

Suddenly, the Smiths found themselves standing tall, legs trembling, eyes glazed, faces glazed in their own slobber and matted with their long, sweaty hair, as they both GAWKED at the undeniably GORGEOUS hunk of naked, power-packed midnight-black muscle looming over the both of them; their eyes shamelessly searing the image of that terrifyingly thick, African breeding behemoth between his mammoth-sized legs into their fuck-drunk minds, while they drifted in and out in consciousness, almost like they were both having a completely out-of-body experience…

His voice rumbled so deep inside their malleable minds, like a subliminal message, urging them to give into their animalistic desires, for Harley to let his long-suffering wife finally get the proper SLAM-FUCK a grade-A piece of slutty, BBC-addicted whore-pussy like her deserved! Eventually, Harley finally realized Dr. Shane had asked him something, and just nodded mindlessly, unable to even form a coherent sentence!

He looked up with those big green eyes, like a desperate puppy, as he took Helen’s hand and gave it a firm squeeze. “P—Pleeease… Help us, Doctor… D—Do whatever it is you need to do…” He insisted, as Helen quite literally burst into tears; weeping like a blushing bride on her wedding day, tears of absolute joy streaming down her rosy cheeks. She looked so happy, far happier than she did marrying Harley…

Suddenly, Helen bridged the gap between herself and the big black bull whose tongue just scraped the very back of her virgin-tight pussy, smothering his broad, ripplingly sculpted chest with those gargantuan jugs of heavy, jiggling, suffocatingly fat titty-flesh, while smothering his hyper-virile, vein-riddled fuck-slab between her supple, doughy thighs and grinding her fat, piping hot cunt-folds back and forth against that impossibly long, gut-punching shaft. She didn’t care if Harley saw at this point, it was all just a part of the “treatment” after all. Even plunging her fat, squishy tongue deep inside his addictive maw, all just what the irresistible Alpha doctor prescribed!

Still… Harley felt something overcome him, all that resentment and self-loathing slowly being silenced by his own own deep-seated desire to get absolutely DOMINATED. He stumbled forward, the crimson heat on his cheeks growing even brighter, as he suddenly stole Shane away into a steamy, sloppy tongue-kiss of their very own! His “pussy” was a gushy, needy, sweltering hot mess, leaking an even sweeter slurry of slick, lube-like cunny-slop all over his ridiculously plump, juicy legs and the dark dingy floor, as he arched his slender back and popped out that jaw-dropping shelf of the fattest, perkiest, meatiest monster-ass imaginable out even harder! Harley wasn’t holding back, furiously swishing his wide, childbearing hips, making those captivatingly colossal globes of jello-y twerk-fat jiggle and clap like an intense round of applause, as he wrapped his hands around the back of Shane’s neck and forced him even deeper into their fuck-fueled make out; coaxing his fatter, meaner tongue out and letting his pillowy, cock-worshipping lips slurp and suck on it so devotedly, until he slowly pulled away, just letting his slobbering tongue hang out and his furnace-like mouth hang open…

“B—But I’m going to need some testosterone injections when you’re done… S—Straight from the source… ᵀʰᵒˢᵉ ᵇⁱᵍ, ᶠᵃᵗ, ᵗᵃˢᵗʸ-ˡᵒᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ʲⁱᶻᶻ-ᵏᵉᵍˢ… ♥ Mmmm… Y—You’ll need to shove that long, thick, cunt-breaking monster cock so deep inside my hungry pink pussy… *ᵒ ᵈᵉᵉᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ⁱⁿᶜʰ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᵍᵘᵗˢ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ᵃ ⁿⁱᶜᵉ, ʰᵒᵗ ᵍˡᵃᶻᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵇᵘᵇᵇˡⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵒᵗ ˢᵗᵘᵈ-ˢᵉᵉᵈ ᶜʰᵘʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᶠᵃᵗ ᵉᵇᵒⁿʸ ⁿᵘᵗˢ, ᴰᵒᶜᵗᵒʳ… ♥♥♥” Harley demanded, letting out a bratty whine while he impatiently waited for Shane to shovel spit right down his greedy pink gullet!

"Fuck yeah, that's it Helen, drop that juicy pussy all over this cock...don't think I'm some two pump chump like your hubby and his weak, shriveled up bitch-clit either. This...ngh, treatment is gonna need you to really work, got it! Put those wide fucking hips of yours to use for once and make sure you bounce that fat fuckin' ass till these balls are fucking DRAINED inside of your womb...after all, that's gonna be the best way for us to ensure a 100% chance of pregnancy." Shane grunted as Helen situated herself above the hyper-hung young doctor, the light scruff of his bearded face tickling her jaw oh so pleasantly while his huge hands reached around her and sank every last thick, burly finger of his into the rippling waves of undulating cock-cushions that were her asscheeks.

If, somehow, such a treatment were anywhere near ethical medical practice, it could surely be said that Shane's approach of immediately grabbing onto the gigantic width of helen's babymaking hips at once and plowing up into her from below would be far removed from what proper procedure would be...

That didn't stop either Helen or Harley from utterly LOVING it though! Hours worth of teasing the two wide-hipped, feminine fuck-sows that dared walk into his practice thinking that their consultation would end any other way than with BOTH of their bellies stuffed to the brim with his chunky wads of hot, curdled ball-cream, built up from WEEKS since his last consultation and culminating in his already enormous balls growing to obscene proportions of swollen, sperm-stuffed mass, criss-crossed with juicy veins nearly the size of jumper cables that seemed to pulse and squirm beneath every wet, nasty, energetic PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPPPPP of Helen's jiggly cheeks slapping off his hips as she rapidly elevated her pace in pursuit of the virile wad of mighty ball-slop she knew deep down that she wanted from him ever since she first laid eyes on the genetically superior stud of a doctor she was so frantically working her pussy against~

It barely even surprised her to see Harley's will break as he rushed to steal away Shane's lips, soft, girly arms groping every inch of manly black flesh he could get his hands on, marveling at just how much Shane so clearly surpassed his own masculinity, the cut ridges of his thick abs, the vascular slopes of his manly biceps flexing and pumping as his wife went cross eyed on his big, thick, hyper-virile COCK...it was enough to make his teeny sissy stump weep with its sugary slut juices as the bigger...no, the only REAL man in the room fiercely GRABBED him by the neck, forced his burly tongue deep into the simpering sissy's hot maw and made out with him hotter, harder and hornier than his wife ever had.

"Oh yeah...a nasty little fucking homo like you? You definitely need some real intense hormone replacement therapy, can already guess a lil cock-craving sissy like you probably grew up with a weak limpdick bitch for a dad, huh? Well, I might not have any studies to back this up, but it's my medical opinion that just the kind of treatment for you is to get reallll acquainted with a real fucking man, from head to fucking toe. And that's gonna start with you using these puffy cockpillow lips of yours and slurping my sack nice and deep, hoe. Make sure you really lick up any drop of cum that spills out of your wife's tight fucking pussy, she needs every last one if you want a chance at her getting pregnant...then maybe I'll take you out back once I've busted a fat load in her and feed that juicy boy-cunt all the big black dick it can fucking handle...a bitch with a booty like that might as well be a girl anyway, wouldn't be surprised if I could get you pregnant too~" Shane's husky voice whispered to Harley between his furious, passionate, lip-smacking kisses, his brutal hand choking him Soooo good and hard like an angry stud bull putting his bitch in her place, leaving Harley shivering so close to cumming without even being TOUCHED on his teeny twig-cock, rendered so mindbroken by the overpowering alpha male scent tinting the air the more and more the doctor's delicious sweat saturated the air (and making his hard, tightly corded muscles look even more divinely powerful) that the poor bitchboi barely even heard his order.

Hearing it didn't matter though, he nodded, he panted, he looked up at the powerful, Godsent vision of impenetrable masculine might that was MAKING HIS WIFE SQUIRT ALL OVER HIS LAP WHILE HIS NEARLY SWOLLEN TO BURSTING BALLS STRUCK HER ASS LIKE HE WAS TRYING TO BEAT IT BRUISED with pure, endless, fanatical devotion gleaming sultrily in his eyes.

Something inside Harley, something he had been trying so desperately to repress for all these years, had finally SNAPPED. Deep down inside, he always knew that he was nothing but a pouty-lipped, big booty fag-bitch, destined to serve and worship a REAL man. He tried so hard to fight against it, even convinced himself that he could have that picture-perfect life, with a beautiful wife and a house full of rambunctious children, that he always dreamed of, but now? There was just so denying it any longer, as he slurped mindlessly on Dr. Shane’s long, thick tongue, letting that fat, meaty muscle work it’s way farther down his greedy pink gullet, while he devoured Harley’s perfectly plush, juicy cockpillows like he owned every last inch! The wobbly-cheeked, outrageously curvy fag-doll had never felt like such a bitch in his whole life, he was actually weak in the knee, trembling, hardly able to keep himself standing upright, while the insatiable ebon-skinned bull wrapped his giant, beefy fist tightly around his delicate neck! Harley’s big, beautiful green eyes went wide like a deer in headlights, filled to the brim with a needy cock-lust that simply screamed “FUCK ME”, while he gasped like such a whiny little bitch in heat, furiously nodding at every damn thing coming out of the domineering African Alpha’s irresistible chocolate lips!

Harley drooled, literally panting and drooling like some stupid, slobbering mutt, at the thought of gobbling up Dr. Shane’s enormous, cum-churning nut sack, the thought of unhinging “her” jaw and slurping mindlessly on those monster-sized morsels of grade-A, jizz-pumping BEEF, making that trembling pink clitty of his ache and leak even harder than before! Of course, what made her finally squirt like the shameless, brainless, clit-dick beta-bitch “she” was born to be, was the thought of carrying the good doctor’s babies (because with all that hyper-potent stud-nut brewing inside his tantalizingly sweaty, juicy nuts, “she” was sure to be carrying multiples!) inside “her” belly; of getting bred until “she” was quite literally barefoot and pregnant, dreamily caressing “her” unimaginably round belly while the many little lives growing inside of “her” kicked and squirmed, just desperate to grow up big and strong like the strong, virile, and incredibly proud black man whose seed they were created from!

The pussy-sopping fantasy of being brutally slam-fucked by that ungodly long, fat, womb-busting black behemoth, of having his sissified bitchboi “womb” caved in and molded to the shape of Dr. Shane’s gargantuan size, flooded with more bubbling hot, cement-thick baby-batter than “she” could ever possibly imaginable until ~~“her”~~ insides were permanently bleached by his white-hot Alpha virility, that’s what made the simpering little beta-boi’s agonizingly stiff, oversized clit finally bust; squirting so much watery, sugary-sweet sissy-cum that it honestly looked like the phat-ass fag-sleeve pissed himself! Harley soon widened “her” gaping pink maw, happily accepting the kind doctor’s generous donation of hot, sloppy spit right down “her” plump pink throat (and all of “her” slutty, dazed face), while Helen suddenly started climbing that tall, chiseled, deep-dark mountain of massive, hulking muscle like she was an old Pro, locking her long luscious legs as tight as she could around his taut, tapered waist, before she grabbed the young, glistening bull’s studly face and forced her fat, pillowy tongue right down his addictive throat!

“ᶠ—ᶠᵁᵁᵁᴳᴳᴳᴴᴴᴴ ᴹᴱᴱᴱᴱ ♥♥♥ ˢ—ˢᴴᴼⱽᴱ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᴮᴵᴳ ᴮᴸᴬᶜᴷ ᴺᴵᴳᴳᴱᴿ ᶜᴼᶜᴷ ˢᴼᴼᴼ ᴰᴱᴱᴾ ᴵᴺˢᴵᴰᴱ ᵀᴴᴵˢ ᴴᵁᴺᴳᴿʸ ᴾᵁˢˢʸ, ᴰᴼᶜᵀᴼᴿ﹗ ᴾ—ᴾᴸᴱᴱᴱᴬˢᴱ ♥♥♥ ᴿ—ᴿᵁᴵᴺ ᴹᴱᴱᴱ﹗ ᴮᴿᴱᴬᴷ ᴹʸ ᵂᴴᴼᴿᴱ ᶜᵁᴺᵀ ᵂᴵᵀᴴ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᵀᴴᴵᶜᴷ ᴮᴸᴬᶜᴷ ᴮᴱᴱᶠ ♥♥♥” Helen howled, locking lips with Shane like she was STARVING, completely devouring his irresistibly full, delectably dark lips, while angling those enticingly fat, plush pussy-folds, all soaked and dripping and mind-bogglingly hot, against his gigantic, bitch-breaking cockhead; grinding the supple, meaty cleft of her oversized, virgin-tight cunny against that huge, hulking mushroom tip, glazing it completely in her sticky, mouthwatering nectar, while Harley finally dropped down to his knees, nasty little face obscured by the weighty, wobbling pale moons his BBC whore of a wife was hauling around!

His tiny, trembling hands slowly reached out and squeezed on the enormous, coarsely haired jizz-kegs slapping painfully against his wife’s furiously clapping assfat; the feeling of all that ludicrously fat, vein-riddled black fuck-beef churning feverishly, ready and eager to blast hot, chunky pints of chowder-y white Alpha seed deep inside his wife’s neglected womb, only making the twerking piece of tight, staving sissy-pussy feel like an even bigger bitchboi! The obnoxious “𝐓𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐏 ♥♥♥” of his jumping, jiggling, aggressively bouncing spheres of perfectly round, heavy beta-bitch bootyfat growing louder and faster, while he slobbered all over Shane’s spunk-swollen, jizz-spewing globes of mouthwateringly meaty Alpha beef until they glistened with a heavy, dripping gloss of his cherry-sweet drool! He watched, with wide-eyed amazement, his wife’s unbelievably voluptuous, lily-white ass-cheeks undulate back and forth, seeing her insanely fat, doughy cunt-mounds split open wider and wider each time she smashed her gushy pink pussy down on Dr. Shane’s fist-sized tip, it made his mouth just water!

He wanted to feast on the hot, salty cream soon to be overflowing out from those perfectly plump pink lips, but for now… He would have to settle with opening his pretty pink mouth as wide as he possibly could, and gobbling up one of the sexy young doctor’s overgrown nuts like a ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵍⁱʳˡ﹗ Harley came right on the spot, eyes bulging out of his skull, the sweaty, salty flavors immediately overwhelming his tastebuds, while his mouth sealed like a greedy, steamy bear trap; cheeks hollowing out, lips pursing tight, tongue scraping back and forth across that massive, meaty morsel, as he slurped and sucked as hard as he could, forming a vacuum-tight seal around it and completely enveloping it in the incredibly soft, spongy flesh of his insatiable maw! Harley’s free hand, like it had a mind of it’s very own, reached out and gave Dr. Shane’s violently throbbing, ebony cunt-splitter a gentle caress, grazing his dainty fingers along that impossibly thick, vein-coiled girth, angling it just enough so that just the slightest push could easily send that hulking slab of nigger cock plunging deep inside cock-hungry Helen’s long suffering love-canal!

Harley needed to know what it looked like, sounded like, felt like when his wife was experiencing true ecstasy…

Because it would give him an idea of what his own deep, rough, cunt-gaping pounding would be like!

Whatever image of a kind, knowledgeable and learned practitioner of medicine Shane had presented to the couple had quickly peeled apart to reveal his true nature...that of a LUST FUELLED, SNORTING, BEASTLY NIGGA-BULL WITH PURE BREEDING INTENT FILLING HIS EVERY WOMB DISTENDING RUT INTO HELEN'S PUSSY COUPLED WITH THE VIOLENTLY ASS-CLAPPING SMACKS OF HIS IRON-HARD HANDS WAILING ON EITHER SIDE OF HER PALE, MOCHI-SOFT BOOTY-MOUNDS!

Were there any lucky male onlookers somehow peering in through the reinforced walls of Shane's practice building to view the scandalous scene going on within them, it wouldn't be unlikely for them to instantly spurt into their pants with their utterly inferior stump-shaft at the sight of the HEAVING TWIN SETS OF DOUGHY FUCK-FAT FROM THE FRANTICALLY COCK-CRAVING COUPLE SLAMMING TOGETHER IN AN ABSURDLY LOUD CACOPHONY OF FLESH BUCKING AND BOUNCING TOGETHER SO LOUD THAT IT MIGHT HAVE RIVALED THE TRUMPETS OF THE END TIMES THEMSELVES!

While Helen's plush posterior looked practically puny beside her husband's enormous shelf of overgrown sissy fuckpadding, she was deadset on proving she could fucking work that big, pillowy PAWG booty like such an untamed alpha male as Shane Franklin deserved! Her glistening booty globes nearly threatened to suffocate her husband each time they dropped down low and DEEP on every last inch of near two foot long BBC fuckmeat splitting her to the core! Only stopped from crushing Harley's poor cranium by Shane's powerful arms grabbing the bottom of her slippery sow-cheeks and bouncing her along by them in a mesmerizing rhythm, the sheer beauty of the union between that beautiful, untouched (because there was no way the measly lengths her husband had "stroked" inside of her pussy counted worth a DAMN to taking her real virginity), and the indomitable, rutting fuck-brute who's gurgling balls were rapidly stuffing the air with the muggy scent of his sperm spilling out from his low hanging ballsack while Harley cradled each nasty, hairy jizz-tank for all he was worth, high off the unsaturated scent of PURE, UNFILTERED BULL MUSK PERMEATING HIS BRAIN and making every last slit-filling pump of Shane's gorgeously dark, divine manhood rattle Helen to her core and shake loose the eggs in her womb for an impromptu fertilization~

But as much as Helen was clearly lost in the sloshing waves of pure, mind-melting pleasure, it was clear that Shane, for how impenetrable his iron hard wall of washboard obsidian abs felt, was clearly at the brink of his own euphoric peak as well. The veins across his beefy neck were standing on edge, lining his steel cut muscles to form an image of masculine strength in every inch of his musclebound bulk that would surpass even the most purebred Adonis the world would ever know! His formerly steady thrusts became frantic and somehow more aggressive, all while his tongue-slurping kisses devolved into brutal, spit-swapping, mouth-slurping, tongue-dominating action! A frenzy of swirls and smooches from his thick, beefy tongue that left Helen feeling damn near braindead as he stood from his bench, a whimper slipping out of Harley's maw at the sheer emptiness he felt being left without the oh-so gratifying FULLNESS of the doctor's NASTY, HEAVY, CUM-SLOSHING STUD NUTS TO GIVE HIM MEANING AND PURPOSE

"Oh FUCK! YOU SHOULD'VE COME TO THIS CLINIC THE DAY I SET UP THIS PRACTICE! SHIT, THE DAY I GOT ADOPTED BY THAT LITTLE CUCKY PASTOR BITCH I WOULD HAVE HAD YOU AND YOUR FAG HUBBY SLOBBERING ON THIS DICK IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE DAMN CONGREGATION! WOULD HAVE PUMPED THIS GODDAMN WOMB FULL WITH A WHOLE LITTER OF MY KIDS! I don't usually do...nfff, repeat consultations...but it's clear to me that you and your husband need URGENT CARE, you're gonna be checking in with me every day of that pregnancy to make DAMN SURE you pop out as many brats from that heavy fucking baby gut I'm gonna give you as you can, got it? Every sunday after church, you and hubby over there are gonna come right here to get on your knees and WORSHIP THIS DICK FOR GETTING YOU KNOCKED UP!" Shane growled out in his thundering voice, not even bothering to make some scientific explanation for why the couple greedily slurping every inch of his cum-spurting fuckpole until they were snowballing the massive wad of greasy, oatmeal thick bull-sperm he had to give them between one another's mouths would aid the growth of the baby, now, he was all primal instinct and SELFISH, UNTAMED ALPHA MALE LUST DOWN TO HIS VERY CORE!

And in proving that, he SLAMMED Helen's body down to the floor, bundling up her creamy thighs and locking her ankles beneath her head to keep her completely immobile, pussy open and asshole winking for his viewing pleasure as she was put in the position of a fertile prisoner of a hulking, groaning, grunting breeder-stud who wasted no time SPEARING HER PUSSY TO THE HILT AS HE SQUATTED DOWN FOR THE ULTIMATE MATING PRESS POSITION THAT LEFT HIS DANGLING BALLS CLAPPING HER JUICY JELLO-RUMP OVER AND OVER AGAIN WHILE SHE SQUIRTED AND SQUIRTED LIKE THE COCK-DEPRIVED BITCH SHE WAS OVER EVERY INCH FUCKING INTO HER SO RELENTLESSLY!

"DID I TELL YOU TO STOP, HARLEY?!?!? GET THE FUCK OVER HERE AND WORSHIP THE NUTS THAT ARE ABOUT TO GET YOUR FUCKING WIFE PREGNANT LIKE YOU NEVER COULD! MAKE SURE THEY WORK UP A REAL BIG LOAD...CAUSE I'M ABOUT TO NUT RIGHT IN HER FUCKING PUSSY RIGHT NOW!" Shane announced, practically screaming it for the world to hear, the very ground shaking with the echoes of his commanding voice echoing over the tiny examination room space and leaving Harley powerless to disobey (not that he would, anyhow...), and from how he grunted with exertion and plowed his hips like a nasty, depraved animal in heat fucking away relentlessly, veins looking fit to bursting on his forehead while his adam's apple flexed and his corded muscles pumped fuller and beefier than ever in preparation for his FINAL PUSSY PUMPING THRUST TO UNLEASH THE WOMB-BURSTING DELUGE OF FROTHY BREEDING-SLOP HE WAS OH SO CLOSE TO LETTING OUT!

This wasn’t mere sex, no, this was pure, primal, animalistic MATING! THIS was the biological imperative to BREED! This was the kind of carnal, savage, utterly primitive SLAM-FUCKING that our ancient ancestors practiced to ensure the survival of our species! Harley had never seen anything like this before, never heard the unimaginable noises tearing from his wife’s throat, never listened to the way her ridiculously round wobble-spheres CLAPPED senselessly each and every time a pair of musclebound hips came slamming down on top of her! “𝐓𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐏♥𝐓𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐏♥𝐓𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐏♥𝐓𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐏♥𝐓𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐏!” Each time Dr. Shane’s powerful, glistening hips jackhammered into his wife, Harley seared the sound of her unbelievably intense screams into his memory. She didn’t even sound human anymore, no, those were banshee-like wails, brimming with more mind-shattering ecstasy and dark, shameless needy begging (PLEADING with the irresistible nigger-bull to FINALLY knock her up and put that empty womb of hers to good use!) than Harley has ever heard come out of her mouth! Each time that frighteningly fat slab of vein-riddled brute-cock RAMMED deep inside of her, Harley could see the way her entire body convulsed in mind-ruining pleasure, how her toes curled, her legs shook, her back arched so hard that he worried one of the discs in her spine just might snap! She contorted herself like a pretzel, throwing her head back and letting out deep, groaning grunts like she was a wounded animal, while Dr. Shane angled her legs back and reamed her vise-like pussy even harder!

“𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐏♥𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐏♥𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐏♥𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐏♥𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐏!” Who even knew cheeks could clap this hard? It was like Helen’s entire being was clenching around Dr. Shane’s cunt-clobbering nigger-slab, as he tunneled deeper and deeper into that cheating whore’s fat, fleshy, cock-slurping fuck-tunnel, and PULVERIZED her thick, trembling G-Spot until the bosomy blonde fuck-doll was SQUIRTING LIKE A GODDAMN GEYSER! She was losing braincells left and right, all thanks to the complete lack of oxygen, as her tongue-scraping, spit-swapping, utterly obscene tongue-raping with the studly bull doctor!

Then suddenly, as if she was having the briefest moment of lucid clarity, Helen spoke up, rattling Harley’s ears with that deep, lusty, incredibly hoarse voice of hers! “𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓! 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘, 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘𝐘𝐘! 𝐅𝐔𝐔𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐆𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇! 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐗 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐃! 𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍, 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘! 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐅𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑-𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐄! 𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊… 𝐌𝐖𝐀𝐇 ♥♥♥… 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐁! 𝐈—𝐈 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄! 𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐓𝐓𝐓! 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐌 𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐑, 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑, 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐊𝐊 ♥♥♥ 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐓? 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐁 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔? 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐃𝐃 ♥♥♥ 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊! 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊! 𝐅𝐔𝐔𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐆𝐇𝐇𝐇 ♥♥♥” Helen’s eyes sunk deep into the back of her skull, squirting so hard that it looked like something ripped out of a sex-addict’s wet dream, while Dr. Shane pulled her into a tight, cunt-breeding mating press, holding her down and jackhammering his agonizingly stiff, ebon pillar of BLACK SUPREMACY deep inside that fertile white pussy, gaping that pretty pink womb until it was perfectly molded around the gargantuan shape of his home wrecking monster cock! Harley watched with pure envy, wishing it was “HER” gushy, needy “pussy” getting carved wide open, wishing it was “HER” tiny body pinned beneath Shane’s monstrous frame, wishing “SHE” was getting “her” ass-cheeks clapped so HARD that “she” would wake up tomorrow covered in the deepest, darkest, most painful bruises imaginable!

Then, suddenly, the sound of Dr. Shane’s dark, demanding voice dominated Harley’s mind once again… He couldn’t resist, his mouth was already watering, eyes already glazed over, fag-pussy leaking and gushing like crazy… He crawled over and climbed up, unhinging his furnace-like mouth as wide as he could, before swallowing up both of Dr. Shane’s heavy, cum-churning, pussy-glazed jizz-kegs AT ONCE! *ᴼ ˢᵂᴱᴬᵀʸ ᴬᴺᴰ ˢᴬᴸᵀʸ ♥♥♥ ˢᴼ ᶠᵁᶜᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᵀᴬˢᵀʸ ♥♥♥ Harley’s trembling clitty and aching pussy both came simultaneously, as he shoved those overgrown morsels of jizz-packed ebony man-meat further and further down his squishy, steaming hot gullet; suckling, slobbering, and slurping obnoxiously like they were the world’s finest delicacies, all while Helen locked her legs as tightly around the massive, hulking bull-stud as she could! SHE WAS GETTING PREGNANT TODAY, NO MATTER WHAT!

When once Shane's beefy ballsack's noises of cum-curdling, jizz-churning, nasty pulses of sloshing, fatty HYPER-VIRILE, EGG SEEKING, SPERM-INFUSED GALLONS OF CHUNKY BLACK ALPHA NUT might have been somewhat muted beneath the sound of such ENORMOUSLY FORCEFUL, MINDBREAKING BREEDING THRUSTS AS HE WAS DISHING OUT, PRACTICALLY SUBJECTING THE BUILDING HIS OFFICE WAS IN TO A CATEGORY 9 EARTHQUAKE ON THE MMI SCALE!

The sweat trickling across every inch of vascular black bullmeat that built up his epic physique was sent rocketing off his body and mingling with the mixture of drool, sweat, sticky, endlessly splattering slut juices and tears of pure euphoric bliss at the incoming fulfillment of her God-given purpose to be PUMPED AND BRED BY THE MOST POWERFUL, ULTRA-HUNG, GENETICALLY SUPERIOR BREEDER STUDS AROUND. Any ordinary man...no, even some of the greatest endurance athletes of their era would fail to keep up such RELENTLESSLY POWERFUL BATTERING BEATS AS SHANE'S BEEFY BARREL THIGHS AFFORDED HIM EACH TIME HE DROPPED DOWN INTO A LEWD, CUNT-FILLING, WOMB-MASHING, EGG-SCRAPING BREEDING SQUAT AND SCRAMBLED HELEN'S BRAINS INTO THE PRIMAL MATING WHORE SHE WAS REDUCED TO!

And yet, somehow...he was only going deeper. faster. HARDER. Constantly echoing within her fuckable, cock-slurping folds with the juicy wet KLOPKLOPKLOPKLOPKLOPKLOPPPPPPP~ desperately THUNDERING off her perky white booty-fat as Harley swapped between each sloshing orb of fat, hairy nigga-GODHOODgrowling with litres upon litres of hot, sticky stud-spunk rumbling sooo close to filling her with that divine gift of superior bull-seed to plump up her tummy with the children she so desperately desired.

WHUD! WHUD! WHUD~!

Harley was fucking CHOKING on the bloated pods of seed-stuffed alpha male jizz-factories at this point, they'd swollen up to nearly twice their original size at this point, massively distended, mango-sized wrecking ball sperm kegs SCHLAPPING off of her perky bubble rump in a beautiful rhythm.

Just three more pumps...

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM~!

The violently trembling tip of Shane's gorgeous shaft felt like a fucking nuclear explosion just waiting to happen, his enormous cumvein springing up while beefy, engorged veins coiled against his meaty breeding length like a spider-web, the gorgeous edge of his curved cockpumping and pounding inside of her and making her cum just from its shivering mass inside of her.

Just two more pumps...

THWACK! THWACK! THWACKKKKKK~!

Helen's legs, somehow, by sheer instinct and will to extract every fucking glob of mighty nigger seed she could, fought against Shane's grip and overcame his hands holding them in place, spreading out in the air with their long, meaty mass before instantly scissoring down across his hips and clamping his vibrating breeding-rod inside of her to the fucking HILT.

ONEMOREPUMPONEMOREPUMPONEMOREPUMPONEMORE-

SPTHLRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!! SPUROTTTTTT~! PBTHRTTTTTTTTTTTT~!!!

There were no words left to be spoken by any of the two mewling whores as Shane roared out his pleasure, pumping away through every last one of his seemingly never ending pulses of fat, sticky ejaculations, the very first nasty BLORT of tasty nigger-nut slamming into Helen's with so much force it was splashing out of her pussy fresh and hot for Harley to lap up like a kitten on its cream.

And that was just the first of many, many, many pussy-pumping ejections of Shane's breeding-guaranteed jizzwads, filling Helen up so badly she looked like she was long overdue on a pregnancy of octuplets already, and the mere backwashed dregs of stomach-stuffing breeding jelly enough to give Harley his own three-month baby gut slurping between the overstuffed crevice where Shane's enormous pussy-pump filled his wife's sloppy slut-hole and smacking and slurping his lips away like a fucking whore.

Neither of them had the power to beg for his mighty shaft to be returned to them by the time he yanked his cock away and slowly, achingly rose to his feet, his sweat-soaked form looking like a heavenly body descended upon them in the lighting of the examination room, panting with his thick chest heaving heavily before his rugged voice finally spoke...

"Fuck...damn near drained the black out of my nuts you little sluts. That was quite the productive consultation. I can almost guarantee you'll be bearing healthy children in the next nine months...quadruplets at the very least. But..." He walked across her body and squatted down to plop his fat ballsack across Helen's face, piggish snorts of his manly, cum-stained bull-balls filling the room as he spoke again.

"You and Harley don't wanna leave things to chance after you tried for so long, do you? I'd recommend a few extra treatments for today, just to be sure..."