Sarah´s adventures - The Johnsons daughters

Mark cracked open two cold beers from his refrigerator, handing one to DeShawn and one to Jake, as they had settled onto his couch, watching Sarah and Emily clean each other on the floor with their tongues, the mixed seed still leaking from Emily's well-used pussy.

"Remember the Johnsons?" Jake asked, taking a long swig, his eyes distant with the memory. "Two years ago. That night we decided to teach those stuck-up bitches a lesson."

DeShawn laughed, the sound rich and deep, his massive cock already stirring again as he recalled. "How could I forget? The Johnson triplets. Amber, Brittany, and Chloe. Three blonde sorority girls living at home after college, all prissy and proper, looking down their noses at guys like us."

"We broke into their house that Saturday evening," Jake continued, his voice taking on a nostalgic tone. "Parents were at some charity gala. We found them in the living room watching movies in their pyjamas. Remember how they screamed when we showed them our cocks?"

"Screamed and fought," DeShawn grinned, stroking himself slowly. "At first. But by the second hour, they were taking it like true pros. We rotated through all three of them—back-to-back, no protection, filling them over and over. The roulette began that night."

“So, our bastard babies are what, like a year and a couple of months old?” Jake asked.

“Yep, they are.”

“And two of them are black as hell," Jake added, grinning.

DeShawn chuckled.

“So, their cunts should have fully recovered from giving birth, right?”

“Think so. I believe it takes up to a year, so they should be tight again."

Jake pulled out his phone, scrolling through old photos. "Just checked their social media. All three still live at home. Amber is newly engaged to some beta accountant. Brittany is 'finding herself', and Chloe just got a new boyfriend like a week ago. Perfect timing."

"We should pay them a visit," DeShawn suggested, his cock now fully hard again, glistening with Emily's dried juices. "For old times' sake. See if they remember their training. See if their wombs are still fertile and unprotected."

Emily looked up from between her mother's legs, her eyes wide. "You're going to... go there? Tonight?"

"Tonight," Jake confirmed, standing and stretching, his muscles rippling. “I want a revanche. Last year you won; let’s see if I can make belly bumps this time.”

“I am in!” DeShawn replied, standing up, his black cock hard from anticipation. Nothing like a good reluctant slut screaming and writhing under you, he thought.

"Get dressed, Emily. You're coming with us. I want you to see what happens to girls who try to forget their place. And Sarah—you're driving. And you will keep the parents in place. Mark stays here to clean the house for us."

Mark nodded, seeing what a mess the place was. He was happy he could serve cleaning up. He realised he should put more beers in the fridge to keep those men happy.

Two hours later, they parked down the street from the Johnson residence—a sprawling suburban home with manicured lawns and a "Welcome" mat that seemed to mock the depravity about to occur. Jake had done his research on their mum's Facebook page—the parents were home tonight, hosting a small dinner party in the dining room.

"Even better," Jake whispered as they crept around the back of the house, Emily trembling in her black lingerie beneath a coat, Sarah following with her head bowed. "We'll make them watch this time."

They found the back door unlocked—a careless mistake that would cost the family everything. The Johnsons' three daughters were in the kitchen preparing dessert, wearing matching sundresses that showed off their blonde, athletic bodies. Amber, the eldest at twenty-six, was stirring custard. Brittany, twenty-four, was slicing fruit. Chloe, the youngest at twenty-two, was arranging plates.

They looked up as the door opened, and their faces went pale with recognition.

"No," Amber whispered, the spoon falling from her hand. "No, please. Not again."

"Again," Jake confirmed, moving fast, grabbing Amber by her hair and bending her over the kitchen island before she could scream. "And this time, your parents get to enjoy it and watch."

DeShawn moved on Brittany, his massive hands tearing her sundress from her body, exposing her breasts, his mouth covering hers to swallow her screams. Chloe tried to run, but Emily caught her, holding her in place with surprising strength, her eyes gleaming with a new cruelty learned from her masters.

"All off the pill," Jake announced, pulling Amber's dress up and ripping her panties away, exposing her bare, unprotected pussy. "A friend of mine checked their pharmacy records for me. Amber stopped the pill three months ago—trying to get pregnant with her fiancé's baby. Brittany never went back on after the last time. And Chloe just flushed hers last month after the breakup. Three fertile, unprotected wombs. Just how we like them."

He thrust his hard cock into Amber without warning, her scream echoing through the kitchen as he filled her in one brutal stroke. "Scream, bitch," he commanded. "Scream loud enough for Mommy and Daddy to hear. Let them know their daughters are being raped again."

DeShawn had Brittany bent over the counter besides her sister, his massive Black cock stretching her pussy to its limit, his hand over her mouth as he pounded her with brutal efficiency. "Tight as ever," he grunted. "Your pussy remembers me, don't it, snowbunny? Remembers this Black breeding cock."

Chloe struggled against Emily's grip, tears streaming down her face, until Emily whispered in her ear: "Watch them. Watch what you tried to forget. And when they're done with your sisters, you're going to beg for it too. I did. Now I can't get enough."

The screams from the kitchen finally penetrated the dining room. Mr and Mrs Johnson burst through the swinging door to find their three precious daughters being brutally taken—Amber and Brittany impaled and screaming, Chloe held captive and forced to watch.

"Help us!" Amber shrieked, her face pressed against the granite, Jake's cock hammering her fertile womb. "Daddy, help! He's going to—oh god, he's going to cum in me! I'm not on the pill! Please!"

Mr Johnson moved forward, his face purple with rage, but Sarah was there, a kitchen knife in her hand, her eyes dead.

"Watch," Sarah commanded. "Or I cut her throat. Watch your daughters take that superior seed."

Jake groaned, his hips stuttering, and then he slammed deep, his cock pulsing as he flooded Amber's unprotected pussy with his potent cum. "Take it," he growled. "Take that breeding load, you stuck-up cunt. Get pregnant again with my bastard instead of your fiancé's legitimate child."

Amber's scream transformed into something else—a wail of pleasure as her body betrayed her, her orgasm ripping through her just as Jake's seed flooded her womb. She collapsed against the counter, shaking, her pussy leaking white cum onto the tile floor.

DeShawn wasn't far behind. He flipped Brittany onto her back on the kitchen island, her legs spread wide for their parents to see every inch of his Black cock disappearing into her white pussy. "Look at this," he commanded the horrified parents. "Look at your daughter taking black seed. She's going to have a Black baby, and you're going to raise it."

He roared his climax, thick ropes of black cum erupting deep into Brittany's fertile channel, his balls emptying into her waiting womb. Brittany arched off the counter, her own orgasm milking him dry, her screams of pleasure filling the kitchen.

Chloe watched it all, her resistance crumbling, her hand drifting between her legs of its own accord. She was rubbing herself, whimpering, her eyes fixed on DeShawn's still-hard Black cock as it pulled free from her sister, dripping ropes of cum onto the floor.

"Please," Chloe whispered, her voice breaking. "Please... I want it too. I want his Black cock right here. In the kitchen. I want to be fucked like my sisters. Please, sir. Please knock me up, me too."

Emily released her, and Chloe fell to her knees, crawling to DeShawn and taking his cum-slicked Black cock into her mouth, sucking greedily, tasting her sisters' mixed juices and his potent seed. Then she climbed onto the kitchen counter herself, spreading her legs wide, her pussy glistening and ready.

"Please," she begged, looking at her parents, who stood frozen in horror. "Don't look away, Mommy. Daddy. Watch me take Black cock. Watch me get knocked up again. I need it. I've needed it for two years."

DeShawn moved between her legs, his massive tool hard again, finding her entrance, and thrust home. Chloe's scream was pure ecstasy as he filled her, stretching her virgin-tight pussy around his girth, beginning to pound her with the same brutal rhythm that had claimed her sisters.

Jake, already hard again, moved to Brittany, who lay panting on the floor, her pussy still leaking her first black cum load, and entered her, starting the second round of the roulette. First black, now white, may the best cum win!

The kitchen became a symphony of screams and pleasure—three daughters being bred repeatedly, their parents forced to witness every thrust, every orgasm, every flood of competing seed into their unprotected wombs. By midnight, each girl had taken two loads from each man, their pussies overflowing, their fertile bodies claimed completely.

And as Chloe screamed her final orgasm of the night, DeShawn's Black cum sealing her fate, she looked into her mother's eyes and smiled.

"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for watching me become a Black cock whore."

The Johnson family was destroyed. And Jake, DeShawn, Emily and Sarah drove home laughing, already planning their return visit in nine months to see the results of the sperm roulette—perhaps even three mixed-race babies, but for sure three broken engagements and three daughters who would never forget their place again.

To be continued.