Lesbian Procreation

The room was filled with candles and sweet smells. Jane was in the bedroom, making out with Katie, the blonde professor's pretty features clouded with lust as her brunette student's tongue dipped into her mouth, sucking on her tongue.

Behind was the football team's start player, the very tall, lean and strong Dexter Charles, an edge rushing specialist. He had NFL genes, and Katie and Jane had personally selected them for the task of breeding Katie.

His hands rested on Katie's shoulder, his long, fat ten inch prick throbbing.

"You know," Jane said. "Katie here grew up in fancy South Carolina. Her mom had a rich white husband. And she threw that all away, for a Black man, and then a Black woman. She has Black siblings. And when it came time, when she told me she wanted us to have a child, we talked it through. We talked about white patriarchy. We talked about the decisions her mother made. And we choose you Dexter."

The Black youth nodded, pushing into the brunette's pussy. She made little noise, less aroused than he would have thought, her pussy walls tight around his large Black cock. But then he felt her loosen up, and her pussy get wetter, until it was drooling her nectar. Dexter looked up to see Katie eating Jane's pussy.

"That's right," Jane continued. "She's a total lesbian. This is just breeding, pure and simple. We don't need you to show off what a stud you are. We already know that. We need you to do what nature requires of you. Breed this white bitch with your Black baby."

Dexter grunted, burying his cock into Katie again and again, until the thick rich jets of seed started to fill her womb.

"That's it," Jane praised him. "You'll have to keep this up until the test is positive of course. But with your lineage, I doubt that will take long. You are dismissed Dexter. And of course, we'll trust your discretion."