A Simple Equation

It was the day. Jada had been wanting another baby, and in her mid-30s, now was the opportune time. Morty was an ideal fit for a bull, and they'd worked it out to tonight as the peak time for ovulation, and therefore, breeding.

His big pink cock was out, stiff, the balls heavy. They hadn't mated in a week, saving up for just this moment. And all Douglas could do was watch, his own cock useless in its cage. Jada looked over at him, rubbing her thick clit.

"What's a matter, baby? You gonna raise lil Mortimer, right?" she taunted. She seemed convinced Morty would succeed and sire a son in her.

"You know I will," Douglas said, a bit reluctantly.

"You best. C'mon, Morty, show my lil cuck how to fuck," she said, looking seductively up at the nerd. How he'd kept his place was beyond Douglas's comprehension. He still wore the Coke bottle glasses, which were fogged up before then even started. But then he started pushing that big fat pink prick into Jada, reminding everyone that looks could be deceiving. Soon enough, he was plowing the ebony wife's overheated sex, his balls popping against her asshole noisily.

"Fuckin' nerd, fuckin' me so good ... why can't you do this, Douglas?" she said, her eyes rolled back, her feet pointing skyward.

"Too small," Douglas whispered, entranced by the contrast.

"Fuckin' A plus answer there, cucky," she said, moaning. She reached down, clawing at Morty's ass, willing the nerd to fuck her harder and deeper. Soon enough, his fair skin was splotched with red.

"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ..." Morty said, his cock throbbing now, his balls aching and full of cum.

"Cum in me, baby ... make a baby for my fucking cuck husband to raise," Jada ordered, and Morty complied, seeding the wife's pussy, all of it deep in her womb, adding the final step to this particular equation.