Sarah´s adventures - Breeding Amber and Brittany Johnson

Emily rode Jake with abandon, her hips rolling in practised circles, his cock buried to the hilt in her cum-slicked pussy. She was chasing her third orgasm of the morning, her nails digging crescent moons into his shoulders, when the sharp sound of the doorbell cut through her gasps.

"Don't stop," Jake commanded, gripping her hips and thrusting upward, refusing to let the interruption break their rhythm. "Mark—get the door. And it better be worth disturbing us."

Mark scrambled from his kneeling position in the corner, adjusting his cage—Jake had locked him in chastity the night before, declaring that cucks didn't deserve pleasure while real men were breeding. He shuffled to the door, his heart hammering with a mixture of fear and desperate arousal.

He pulled it open to find Amber and Brittany Johnson standing on the porch, their blonde hair damp from the drizzle outside, their bodies hidden beneath identical beige raincoats that fell to their knees. But the coats gaped slightly at the chest, revealing sheer black lace beneath, and their legs were bare, their feet in high heels that clicked against the concrete.

"We're back," Amber said, her voice breathless, her eyes looking at Jake, already dilated with need. "We couldn't stop thinking about it. About you two. About what the two of you did to us."

Brittany pushed past her sister, stepping into the house without invitation, her raincoat falling open to reveal she wore nothing underneath but a crotchless black bodysuit, her pussy already glistening. "We need more," she whispered. "We need to be sure. We need to be knocked up properly."

Jake laughed from the couch, still buried inside Emily, who had frozen mid-thrust at the sight of their new guests. "Well, well. The Johnson sluts return for seconds. DeShawn—get over here. We've got work to do."

DeShawn rose from where he had been recovering, his black cock already stirring at the sight of the two blonde sisters shedding their raincoats to reveal lingerie that left nothing to the imagination. Amber wore a sheer babydoll that barely covered her bruised breasts, her nipples hard and visible through the fabric.

"Living room," Jake ordered, lifting Emily off his cock and setting her aside. "Now. I want you both on your backs, legs spread, ready to take seed. If you want to be pregnant, you're going to earn it."

Amber and Brittany fell onto the carpet in unison, their bodies pressed together side by side, their hands finding each other's clits as they waited. DeShawn moved between Brittany's legs first, his massive Black cock finding her entrance and thrusting home, making her scream.

Jake took Amber, bending her knees back to her shoulders, her pussy gaping and leaking from the night's previous breeding. "Already full of my cum," he observed, pushing into her with ease. "But we'll add more. Can't be too careful with the roulette."

Mark watched from the doorway, his cage straining, as the living room filled with the sounds of brutal fucking. Emily crawled to the corner, her fingers between her legs, punishing her aching pussy and watching her masters claim the Johnson sisters again. Sarah brought beers from the kitchen, setting them on the coffee table before kneeling to lick Amber's nipples while Jake pounded her.

"Fuck, yes," Amber screamed, her heels digging into Jake's back. "Breed me! Knock me up! I want your baby, not my fiancé's!"

"Taking Black seed too," Brittany wailed, DeShawn's balls slapping against her ass. "Oh god, I'm going to cum on Black cock!"

The sisters came in unison, their orgasms triggering the men, who emptied themselves with roars of conquest. Jake flooded Amber's womb with his second load of the day, while DeShawn pumped thick ropes of black cum deep into Brittany's unprotected channel.

But as they pulled out, panting, Jake looked around the room with a frown. "Where's the third one?" he asked. "Chloe. I wanted all three of you here for the morning session."

Amber and Brittany exchanged guilty glances. "She... she wanted to come," Amber panted. "But Mum wouldn't let her leave the house without her. Mum wanted to come too. Mum had a huge fight with Dad. They're... they're probably looking for us right now."

Jake's eyes gleamed with dark amusement. "Is that so?"

The doorbell rang again.

Mark flinched, looking to Jake for permission. Jake nodded, settling back onto the couch and pulling Emily onto his lap to recover. "Answer it, cuck. Let's see who else wants to join the party."

Mark shuffled to the door, his hands trembling as he turned the knob. He pulled it open to find Chloe Johnson standing on the porch, her face streaked with tears, wearing a raincoat identical to her sisters'. But besides her, gripping her arm with white-knuckled fury, stood Mrs Johnson—their mother.

Mrs Johnson was in her late forties, blonde like her daughters but with the refined elegance of wealth and Pilates. She wore a cream-coloured blouse and pencil skirt, her pearls gleaming at her throat, her eyes blazing with maternal rage.

"Where are my daughters?" she demanded, her voice shaking. "I know they're here. Chloe told me everything. You monsters—you raped them. You—"

Her voice died as she looked past Mark into the living room. Her eyes widened, her mouth falling open in silent horror at the scene before her: Amber and Brittany naked on the carpet, their legs spread, cum leaking from their well-fucked pussies, Jake and DeShawn sitting on the couch with their cocks still shiny wet from all the juices, and Emily and Sarah kneeling nearby like devoted servants.

"Mum," Chloe whispered, her raincoat falling open to reveal she wore the same crotchless lingerie as her sisters. "I told you. I told you what they did to us. What they made us want."

Mrs Johnson stumbled backwards, but Chloe held her arm, preventing her retreat. "Look at them," Chloe urged, her voice taking on a strange, hypnotic quality. "Look at Amber and Brittany. Look how happy they are. Look how complete."

Mrs Johnson's eyes travelled to her daughters, who had sat up on the carpet, their faces glowing with a satiated radiance she had never seen before. They weren't victims. They were worshippers.

"Mrs Johnson," Jake called from the couch, his cock stirring again at the sight of the mature blonde mother. "Why don't you come in? Your daughters have been telling us how repressed you've been. How Mr Johnson hasn't touched you in years. We're having a breeding party, and there's always room for one more fertile womb."

"No," Mrs Johnson whispered, but her feet didn't move. Her eyes were fixed on DeShawn's massive black cock, which he was stroking slowly, deliberately, watching her reaction.

"She's ovulating," Chloe announced, her hand slipping beneath her mother's skirt. "I checked her calendar. She's at her peak fertility right now. And she's not on the pill—menopause, she said, as an excuse. But she's not there yet. Her womb is still ripe."

Mrs Johnson gasped as Chloe's fingers found her panties, already damp with betraying arousal. "Chloe, no—"

"Yes, Mum," Chloe urged, guiding her mother forward, into the house, towards the men who had destroyed her family. "Take off your clothes. Join us. Be knocked up just like your daughters. Feel what we've felt."

Mark stepped aside, his cage aching, as Mrs Johnson—pushed by her own daughter—crossed the threshold into the living room. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing her fate.

Jake stood, his cock fully hard again, and smiled. "Welcome to the family, Mrs Johnson. Let's see if your mature womb can still take seed. DeShawn—start with her mouth. I want to see a grandmother-to-be choking on black cock before we breed her properly."

And as Mrs Johnson's pearls hit the carpet and her daughter's hands helped remove her blouse, the breeding of the entire Johnson bloodline began in earnest.

To be continued.