Chapter 5: A few month later
It had been about 7 months since Jenna and her friends had that fateful night that changed thier lives and bodies for ever. Each girl was heavily pregnant by now, their sex drives had them constantly filled with raw unprotected cock. Marcus and Malik would whore Emily and Sarah out from time to time but Jenna was lucky to have met Jason. They were genuinely in love with each other.
They had gone back to the warehouse that contained the fluid that changed all the girls and from what they could discover it was some kind of witch craft ritual but they didn’t know enough about to to reverse the effects. All three girls were stuck in their new lives. Jenna would see her former friends in the halls ways and streets around their apartment building but it felt like they had changed so much they had nothing to talk about any more!
She was now carrying Jason's child, a little boy named Johnathan. They had grown even closer in their relationship, sharing intimate moments and nurturing their budding romance. She noticed that her breasts had become fuller and larger, her nipples tanned darker than usual, standing firm and erect. She wore dresses that revealed her cleavage and accentuated her ample bosom. Jenna found herself admiring her reflection in the mirror, taking pride in her newfound confidence and beauty.
Meanwhile, Emily and Sarah had adapted to their new environment, learning to live alongside their captors, Marcus and Malik.
Both women found themselves heavily pregnant, swollen bellies resting comfortably against their knees. The men treated them well, providing nourishing meals and comfortable bedding. Yet neither of them could shake off the constant feeling of unease, longing for freedom and a chance to reunite with Jenna.
One afternoon, Emily approached Sarah, sitting beside her on the worn leather couch in the dimly lit den. "Hey," she murmured softly, reaching out to touch Sarah's thigh. Sarah flinched slightly, gaze darting away as tears welled up in her eyes.
She blinked rapidly, forcing the brimming liquid back before it spilled over onto her skin. "Hi, Em," she managed faintly, squeezing Emily's hand reassuringly. Their palms sweated profusely, sticking awkwardly together despite their best intentions.
"Can you believe it's been seven whole months since we last saw Jenna?" Emily asked rhetorically, looking directly into Sarah's tear-filled eyes. "Do you think she misses us as much as we miss her?"
Sarah shrugged noncommittally, swallowing convulsively.
"I try not to think about it too much," she replied tentatively, tracing invisible patterns on the dusty velvet cushion beneath her fingertips. "Staying busy helps numb the longing, you know?"
Her voice faltered, trailing off into silence. Emily nodded sympathetically, grasping Sarah's clammy palm. "Yeah, I get it," she muttered softly, stifling a yawn. "I can hardly sleep either, thinking about Jenna and how she got a good man who loves her and we have, well at least they’re good fucks”
Sometimes when I look at myself in the mirror, I wonder who that person really is anymore," Emily confided, her tone laced with sadness.
Sarah offered a weak smile, trying to maintain composure. "We're still us, Em. It's just...hard to recognize ourselves in our new forms." Tears began streaming down her cheeks, leaving wet trails on her bronzed skin.
Emily leaned in consolingly, brushing away Sarah's tears with a tender gesture.
"It's okay," she cooed, her voice thick with emotion. "We're both in this together, aren't we? No matter what happens, we'll stand strong."
Sarah sniffled appreciatively, her tears gradually subsiding. "Thanks, Em," she croaked, managing a timid grin. "Let's put our worries aside for today and focus on enjoying the present."
"That sounds like a great idea," Emily chimed, wiping her nose discreetly. "Maybe we can go shopping later?
" Emily suggested brightly, attempting to lighten the mood. "Malik mentioned that there's a mall nearby."
Sarah perked up at the prospect of venturing outdoors, eager to escape the suffocating confinement of their quarters. "I'd love to stretch my legs," she replied enthusiastically. "And maybe pick up some essentials while we're there."
As they stood up, Sarah noticed the overwhelming bulge in her belly, her baby kicking energetically within. "Ugh," she groaned, wincing slightly. "I swear, this baby gets bigger every day.
Sometimes I feel like I might burst," Sarah grumbled, gesturing toward her distended abdomen. She winced as another sharp contraction rippled through her midsection.
"Oh no, not again," Emily fretted, her brows knitted together in concern. "I don't know about you, but I hate having contractions. It makes me feel helpless and vulnerable."
"Same here," Sarah mumbled weakly, gripping the banister for support. "At least we're near delivery, right?"
"Hopefully soon," Emily agreed grimly.
"I can't wait to meet our precious babies. I just pray that they won't inherit any traits from this awful curse."
"Me too," Sarah echoed fervently, her voice cracking slightly. "I can't bear the thought of them suffering because of this nightmare."
As they stepped out into the warm sunlight, Emily inhaled deeply, savoring the fresh air wafting through the window slats. "This feels amazing, doesn't it?" she exclaimed joyously, linking arms with Sarah.
"I wonder why we haven't done this sooner?"
Sarah nodded in agreement, her hazel eyes sparkling with excitement. "I agree; it's refreshing to step outside for a change. Hopefully, we won't encounter any complications during our excursion."
As they navigated through the bustling crowd, passersby couldn't help but stare at the sight of two stunning black beauties walking side by side. Both women sported elegant outfits that hugged their curves perfectly, showcasing their seductive physiques.
Sarah giggled as she clutched Emily’s arm “oh I know why we haven’t gone sooner, it’s because our men have us on our backs all day fucking our holes with their delicious cocks” Sarah teased Emily even though both their cunts were slick with lust for their men.
“Oh shut up bitch, everyone wants us” Emily laughed back. “You know damn well that if I wanted to sneak out you wouldnt be able to catch me!” Emily jokingly challenged her friend.
Suddenly, Emily spotted the clothing store she had previously entered with Jenna. Seeing a memory of her dear friend smiling brought a lump to her throat. Her smile quickly faded into melancholy. Sarah immediately noticed Emily’s sombre demeanour and reached out to place a supportive hand on her shoulder.
Deciding to lighten the mood Sarah shot back “ but you don’t want to get away, lol, your man’s dicking is too good to leave”
Sarah joked sarcastically causing Emily to chuckle despite her inner turmoil.
Despite their playful banter, Emily struggled to ignore the painful ache of missing Jenna intensify as they walked past the clothing boutique where they once shopped together.
Wistfulness engulfed her entire being, threatening to overwhelm her fragile resolve.
Swallowing past the constriction lodged in her throat, Emily gathered sufficient courage to broach the topic weighing heavily on her conscience.
“Do you ever…miss Jenna?” Emily ventured cautiously, casting apprehensive glances at Sarah.
In response, Sarah gave a curt nod, acknowledging the weightiness of the conversation looming overhead. The pair exchanged furtive glances, searching desperately for succinct words that would alleviate the tension simmering between them.
"I guess... sometimes when I glance at myself in the mirror, I find it hard to reconcile my own image," Emily admitted sheepishly, averting her gaze in embarrassment. "Everyday I ask myself whether this is truly happening or merely an elaborate dream conjured by my subconscious mind."
Sarah empathized with deep sorrow, her chest tightening perceptibly.
"I completely understand, Em," she murmured gently, stroking Emily's gloved hand soothingly. "Losing Jenna has affected us profoundly, shaping the course of our lives irrevocably."
Emily dabbed her tears delicately with a lace hankie, choking back a sob. "What if our friendship isn't meant to survive beyond this tragic occurrence?" she lamented mournfully, her voice barely above a whisper.
“What sucks the most is she’s only a few apartments down, but she is constantly on that Jason guys arm, did you hear he actually proposed to her?” Sarah asked Emily.
“Have you seen the ring on her finger? They are even buying a house together after he finishes med school! It’s obvious that he is all she talks about lately.
And honestly, I can’t blame her,” Sarah reasoned pragmatically. “He’s handsome, caring, intelligent, and treats her like a queen. I’d say she hit the jackpot with that guy.”
Their laughter rang out loud and clear among the hushed storefronts lining the bustling street. As they continued conversing about Jenna's blossoming relationship, Emily couldn't help but ponder on the stark contrast between her life and her friend's circumstances.
Her heart swelled with envy and resentment, yearning for a slice of Jenna's happiness. The intense feelings stirred within her breast, threatening to erupt in a storm of uncontrollable jealousy. Emily knew better than to express her discontent openly, fearing that Sarah might perceive her sentiments as bitter or vindictive. Instead, she tried to compose herself and channel her turbulent emotions into genuine expressions of encouragement.
"Honestly, Sarah," Emily declared resolutely, "I'm thrilled for Jenna.
She deserves someone who cherishes her as much as Jason does."
Sarah sighed contentedly, nodding in agreement. "Indeed, it warms my heart seeing her happy. But sometimes, I can't help but fantasize about the days when we used to laugh and share countless memories together."
"Those were simpler times, weren't they?" Emily mused nostalgically, reminiscing fondly about their carefree escapades.
“I doubt Marcus or Malik with pony up and get either of us a ring” Sarah lamented.
“They are content with us just being their baby mamas, they’ll have us on SSI as soon as we pop our first babies out and get us knocked up right after” Emily speculated.
“With all do respect to Malik and Marcus, I think I prefer Marcus. He may be older but he takes care of his body and looks absolutely gorgeous when he steps out of the shower with a towel wrapped round his waist exposing everything else, plus he fucks like a pro.” Sarah giggled suggestively as she imagined Marcus inside her.
“You need to stop drooling over Marcus I can’t believe you are into that disgusting old man, at least Malik is young and in his prime, we could fuck for hours, you never know, if you play your cards right one day you might end up being Mrs. Marcus or Mrs. Malik.” Emily warned Sarah.
“Remember how we started getting fucked by Marcus and Malik? That shit literally transformed us into Black sluts. I don’t see how marriage to these dudes wouldn’t result in further transformation - maybe worse than what we already experienced.”
Sarah paused briefly before responding, contemplating Emily's valid concerns. "I suppose you're right, Emily," she conceded reluctantly. "But hey, as long as we continue to enjoy hot dickings, why stress about something as trivial as marital status? Our lovers seem devoted to satisfying our insatiable desires.
In exchange, we lavish them with attention and devotion. Our bonds strengthen as they grow deeper, ensuring the preservation of our newly acquired existence.
After some hesitation, Sarah finally spoke, her voice trembling slightly. "Well, yeah, I admit I've been crushing on Marcus, especially considering the intimacy we shared during our initial encounters. His age adds a certain maturity to him, and he appears exceptionally adept at pleasuring women."
Emily arched an eyebrow skeptically at Sarah's confession. "Are you implying that Malik lacks experience or finesse when engaging in sexual encounters? The only thing deep about your relationship with that old man is his dick in your used up cunt” Emily stated uncouthly.
Sarah scoffed loudly, throwing her head back dramatically. “Don’t act like you aren’t jealous that you don’t have a lover who keeps you satisfied,” Sarah remarked tartly. “I bet you wish you had a piece of Marcus too.”
Emily bristled defensively, clamping her mouth tightly shut to prevent an angry outburst. “No thanks, sis, she spat venomously. I am just worried about you going crazy over that wrinkly geezer.”
Sarah rolled her eyes theatrically, waving dismissively.
"Please, honey, you're the one pining over a dude who seems clueless about anything remotely related to human decency. I bet he's still questioning the concept of basic hygiene. At least Marcus understands how to pleasure a lady properly."
Emily reddened visibly, stammering feebly in response. "I...”
“At least I don’t have to worry about marcus getting shot like your gang banger of a boyfriend” Sarah shot back.
“No, you just have to worry about him passing away of a heart attack while fucking you” Emily countered.
“How embarrassing would that be? Getting laid by an old man who suddenly keels over dead. And then you realize you're trapped inside his corpse, unable to escape until decomposition sets in. How romantic!"
Sarah gasped incredulously, clutching her rounded stomach protectively. "That's a horrible thing to say, Emily!" she sputtered indignantly. "You're acting as if you're exempt from similar consequences.
What's stopping Malik from dropping dead post-coitus while he's balls-deep inside you from an OD?" Emily retorted passionately, crossing her arms defiantly. "The reality is that neither of us is entirely immune to such untimely deaths. To belittle the possibility is sheer ignorance."
Sarah gaped at Emily, momentarily stunned by her harshness. "Fine, let's pretend death is an omnipresent threat hovering over our heads. But even if we entertain that notion, the difference lies in quality and frequency of sexual encounters.
Besides, I heard rumours surrounding your lover's infidelity—a younger chick caught his eye, didn't she?" Sarah sneered, relishing the opportunity to provoke Emily.
"Is that supposed to sting? Because it doesn't," Emily snapped icily, struggling to contain her mounting anger. "I choose the company I keep wisely, unlike others, who eagerly jump aboard the first available train headed straight for betrayal."
Sarah recoiled sharply, shooting Emily a cold, hostile glare.
“So what if he’s fucking some other chick on the side, I’m the one he comes home to at the end of the day” Emily justified.
“At least I don’t date dirty old men whose only skill is giving mediocre head. Not exactly a ringing endorsement for Marcus, huh?”
Sarah scowled darkly, shaking her head in disbelief. “If you want to deny yourself the finer things in life simply because you lack self-discipline, that’s on you. In fact, I pity you for your pathetic taste in men.”
Emily snarled furiously, balling her fists tightly. “Don’t push your luck, Sarah. If you weren’t bloated like pig from your little bastard I’d have bent you over my knee and spanked your fat ass so hard!” Emily threatened.
Sarah shook her head, astonished at Emily's audacity. "You'd dare raise a hand against me? Don't forget that I'm twice the woman you will ever be!" Sarah quipped, brandishing her considerable girth proudly.
"Who needs brains when you've got brawn?" Emily taunted sarcastically, her face twisting into a cruel smirk. "Your delusions must cloud your judgment, Sarah. “All you’re good for is taking dick and popping out brats” Emily finished.
Sarah exhaled slowly, steadying her nerves before replying calmly. "Not bad for a lowlife slut, eh?" she fired back, adopting a cheeky grin. "At least I embrace my nature without shame nor regret. Unlike you, I'm honest about what I desire."
"Oh, please, spare me your pseudo-honesty lecture!" Emily retorted heatedly. "I'm sick of hearing about your 'self-acceptance' garbage.
It justifies none of your flaws!" Emily barked contemptuously, seething with rage.
"Does your inflated ego require validation from your decrepit lover?" she added caustically.
A fiery spark ignited in Sarah's hazel eyes upon hearing those cutting remarks. Her jaw tightened visibly, betraying the intensity of her suppressed wrath.
"You ought to consider trading insults with people of equal intellect instead of wasting your breath on me," Sarah retorted acidly. “You’re just lucky you’re the only thot on the whole block I can remotely tolerate!” Sarah finally admitted.
Despite her defensive attitude, Sarah's eyes held a hint of vulnerability, betraying the internal struggle raging within her. "I mean, we're all entitled to make decisions based on personal preferences, right?"
Emily watched Sarah closely, observing the subtle shifts in her posture and facial expression. Recognizing the signs of surrender, Emily seized the opportunity to press her advantage. "Well, Sarah," she said smugly, "it seems you've finally come to terms with your undeniable attraction to Marcus."
Sarah shifted uncomfortably under Emily's relentless scrutiny.
"Look," she stammered nervously, "we shouldn't waste time arguing over petty matters. We should focus on finding some good deals on baby items.
Emily pursed her lips, scrutinizing Sarah's pleading gaze. "Perhaps you're right," she conceded begrudgingly.
"Let's set aside our differences and concentrate on purchasing necessities for our impending arrivals." Emily hesitated for a fleeting second before extending an olive branch. "Agreed," she responded cordially, grateful for the temporary respite from their heated arguments. "However, we cannot afford to disregard the elephant in the room indefinitely." Sarah arched an eyebrow skeptically, exchanging wary glances with Emily. "When the time is appropriate, we shall address the issues plaguing our bond. For now, let sleeping dogs lie," she posited diplomatically.
"There's nothing gained by squabbling over trivial matters, especially when we can spend our energy focusing on our children's future."
"Fair enough," Emily acquiesced graciously, acknowledging her ally's wisdom. "Our babies deserve every ounce of love and nurturing we can provide. We owe it to them to ensure their safety and happiness."
With renewed purpose, the duo wandered aimlessly down the crowded thoroughfare, seeking solace amidst the myriad distractions around them. They talked about mundane topics like household chores, cooking techniques, and childcare strategies.
“Besides I would be more than eager to make it up to you later by sucking on your big fat juicy twat!” Sarah whispered in Emily’s ear!
Emily felt a wave of heat wash over her body and cause her pussy to flood with arousal. “Sure babe,” Emily purred
Emily and Sarah raced though their shopping to get back to their apartments, both women’s cunts dripped with need. They practically left puddles in every store they went to and they relentlessly teased each other.
Emily led Sarah to sit on the couch across from the coffee table. Once seated, Emily placed her hands gingerly on top of Sarah’s soft thighs.
Sarah looked into Emily’s eyes, her pupils dilated with lust. “Now remember,” Sarah explained, “Just relax and try to let loose. Feel free to moan or scream if you need to.”
Emily swallowed nervously, feeling the butterflies fluttering wildly in her stomach. Her dark chocolate pussy soaked through her panties that the thought of Sarah’s tongue and lips pressed to her womanhood!
Sarah sensually ran her fingers underneath Emily’s shirt. Emily breathed heavier, anticipating Sarahs touch. She gasped softly as Sarah touched her breasts, cupping them lovingly.
Emily closed her eyes, imagining Sarahs skilled mouth moving lower and lowering onto her throbbing clit. She whimpered softly, spreading her legs wider. Sarah smiled mischievously, licking her lips greedily. Emily blushed, looking down at her erect clitty standing tall beneath her skirt.
She bit her lip, allowing herself to become lost in the fantasy.
Despite their little tiff earlier Emily jumped at Sarah’s offer for head. Malik has not once eaten her out in the 7 months they were together. Just Sarah teasing her about it made her ready to squirt.
Emily was wetter than she'd ever been before. The scent of arousal filled the air as Sarah rubbed Emily's nipples through her clothes. She leaned closer, kissing the sensitive flesh around her neck. Emily writhed, pressing her hips upward as her sweet juices trickled down her thigh.
Sarah pulled Emily's shirt off and threw it across the room. Her perky tits were swollen and erect; Sarah pinched the tip of her nipple gently, eliciting a cry of delight. Then she sucked on it fiercely, drawing it deep into her mouth.
Emily moaned louder, her knees buckling as waves of pleasure coursed through her veins. With every lick and suck, Emily grew weaker, surrendering control to Sarah.
She began massaging Emily's pelvis, stimulating her G-spot expertly. Emily cried out in ecstasy, thrashing wildly atop the couch. Every movement heightened her sensitivity, fueling the fire burning within her loins. Her pussy contracted rhythmically, sending electric pulses through her body.
Sarah trailed kisses along Emily's collarbone, working her way downward.
Emily groaned softly, reaching behind her to undo her bra with trembling fingers. When the straps fell to reveal her full, firm breasts, Sarah wasted no time enveloping one with her warm, hungry mouth.
"Mmmmmm," Sarah hummed appreciatively, sucking lightly on Emily's erect nipple. "God, you smell amazing."
Emily reveled in the sensation of Sarah's plump lips encasing her tender bud. Her body convulsed involuntarily with every flick of Sarah's talented tongue.
Sarah giggled “mmmmm your milk is so sweet!”
Sarah exclaimed, before biting down softly on Emily's nipple. Emily yelped in surprise, arching her back instinctively. Sarah released Emily's nipple, trailing kisses down her flat belly.
"You're so responsive today," Sarah teased flirtatiously. "Malik certainly knows how to turn you on, doesn't he?"
Emily grinned wickedly, thrusting her hips toward Sarah. "Why do you sound surprised?" she replied saucily. "We both know you're hooked on Marcus's cock.
“I’m just trying to get you hooked on my tongue” Sarah teased with a mischievous grin!
Emily laughed, pulling Sarah closer. “Alright, let’s go for a ride!”
Sarah kissed Emily deeply, tasting her sweetness. Their tongues danced together, exploring every hidden corner of their mouths. Emily pushed Sarah onto the carpet, straddling her hips. She slowly slid off her pants, revealing her bare pussy.
Sarah gasped softly, staring admiringly at Emily’s moist folds. “You look so pretty when you’re turned on.
Like a ripe plum begging to be picked,” Sarah commented wryly, running her fingers over Emily’s supple skin.
Instinctively, Emily ground her mound against Sarah’s palm, silently urging her to explore deeper. Sarah obliged enthusiastically, grazing her index finger over Emily’s slick labia.
“Ooh, nice and wet,” Sarah observed approvingly, brushing her thumb across Emily’s pulsing clitoris. Emily whimpered softly, squeezing her thighs tighter.
Sarah traced circles around Emily's engorged clitoris, savoring every delicious moan escaping her lips. She lifted her hips higher, grinding against Sarah's probing fingers.
"Feels so good," Emily rasped hoarsely, clawing at the floor in desperation. "Need you to eat me out now."
Sarah chuckled throatily, lapping at Emily's damp entrance seductively. "Like this?" she coaxed, dipping her tongue into Emily's waiting hole.
“Mmmmm” Sarah moaned into Emily’s cunt. “Your pussy is so dark and plump, and your clit is so big! Was your cunt this good before you changed?” Sarah asked. “Why the hell didn’t we fuck when we were white girls before we changed into black chicks?”
Sarah questioned rhetorically.
Emily giggled awkwardly, running her fingers through her tangled locks. “I guess we just assumed that having sex with each other would feel weird, but now that we have this connection… well…”
Emily gazed into Sarah’s hazel eyes, mesmerized by the raw emotion reflected there. Sarah returned her stare, her pulse quickening at the sight of Emily’s swollen brown lips. Suddenly, their surroundings faded away, replaced by an ethereal world where time stood still.
As their breathing synchronized, Emily gradually lowered herself onto Sarah.
She positioned her throbbing clitoris directly above Sarah's eager tongue. Sarah inhaled deeply, sensing the imminent release of pent-up tension. Emily gyrated gently, allowing Sarah's warmth to penetrate her most intimate regions.
"Ah, feels so damn good," Emily murmured blissfully, rocking steadily on Sarah's lap. "My dear girl, you truly know how to make a gal feel special."
Sarah flashed her signature smile, pausing momentarily to swipe her fingers along Emily's inner thigh.
"Of course, darling," she drawled huskily, "I couldn't resist the urge to taste your delightful fruit."
Emily giggled throatily, her heartbeat accelerating with excitement. "And I'm glad you did," she purred seductively, "because now I'm addicted to your intoxicating flavor."
Their laughter echoed harmoniously, creating a symphony of joyous sounds filling the otherwise quiet space. As their bodies swayed in sync, the air became thick with anticipation.
“You’ve been hanging around marcus too long dear, you’re picking his accent up.” Emily moaned as her friend explored he folds.
“Please lick my clit, Sarah, I beg you!”
Sarah eagerly complied, swirling her tongue around Emily's swollen clitoris. “Oh yes, just like that,” Emily sighed, closing her eyes and letting the intense pleasure consume her.
Her muscles tensed, preparing for the explosive orgasm that surged through her body. Emily collapsed onto Sarah, panting heavily as the euphoric rush subsided.
The two girlfriends lay entangled on the floor, basking in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. Tenderness washed over them as they exchanged knowing smiles. Their swollen pregnant bellies rubbing against each other.
The two lovely ladies soon realized that they needed more comfort. Reaching under the covers, they found themselves naked, their large bosoms swinging gently as they moved.
"Ugh, it's really starting to hurt," Sarah complained, writhing restlessly on their bed. "I think I'm gonna pop any minute now."
"Same here," Emily grunted, rolling her swollen body onto her side. "Do you think it's normal to feel this much pain?"
Sarah grimaced, wincing as her belly jiggled ominously. “But I can think of a way you can make me feel better, Marcus does this for me all the time” Sarah explained as she turned here ass to face Emily. Spreading her cheeks “eat my asshole” Sarah demanded.
Emily knew her friend loved being dominated and immediately began rimming Sarah. Licking and nibbling on her partner's delectable rear entryway sent tremors through Sarah's entire body. She gasped loudly, gripping the sheets tightly.
"Damn, I never expected you to find anal stimulation so enjoyable," Sarah confessed sheepishly, turning beet read.
"Oh wow, you're so worked up," Emily teased affectionately, relishing the chance to indulge Sarah's kinks.
"Marcus must've taught you a few tricks, hasn't he?"
Sarah nodded eagerly, her eagerness palpable. "He definitely knows how to treat a woman right," she murmured dreamily, "but I wouldn't mind learning something new from you."
Emily felt a surge of possessiveness sweep over her. "Well, my love," she declared confidently, “some of Malik’s friends love rim jobs, I’ve gotten pretty good at this” Emily boasted.
Sarah emitted a loud gasp, her toes curling upwards as Emily's agile tongue probed deeper into her forbidden depths.
"Oh God, yes," Sarah moaned rapturously, her voice reverberating with ecstatic pleasure. "Keep doing that, Emily. I swear by the heavens that it feels absolutely divine."
"Good, isn't it?" Emily gloated triumphantly, determined to prove her prowess in satisfying Sarah's carnal desires. “Oh My God, your going to cum just by getting your ass eaten? Marcus really did train you well” Emily teased as she renewed her probing with greater enthusiasm.
This brought forth another round of orgasms accompanied by guttural screams.
Sarah's nails dug into the mattress as she strained to withstand the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. Her face contorted with agonizing pleasure, as tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably.
"Emily, stop please, I can't take anymore!" screamed Sarah, her voice breaking in despair.
To which Emily merely increased her tempo in response, enjoying the torment she inflicted upon her friend.
“Mmmm but your butt tastes so good, Sarah” Emily moaned into Sarah’s ass.
Sarah arched her back, emitting high-pitched cries that resonated throughout the bedroom.
"Emily, stop please, I can't take anymore!" shouted Sarah desperately, her voice cracking under strain.
"Sorry Sarah," Emily lied, tightening her grip on Sarah's exposed ass. "I can't stop until you've experienced complete satisfaction. Now hold still for me, gorgeous."
Her fingers delicately tracing patterns on Sarah's protruding navel, Emily took a moment to admire her voluptuous curves.
"My goodness, Sarah," she marveled aloud, "you're positively glowing these days."
Sarah rolled her eyes playfully, patting her distended abdomen affectionately. "Yes, well," she joked lightheartedly, "my insides seem to disagree with that assessment."
Laughter filled the room, drowning out the occasional creaks emanating from the aging wooden floors. Emily smiled fondly at her companion, contemplating the intricate web of memories woven together since their initial meeting at university.
Sarah quickly rushed in and locked lips with Emily. Tasting her self on Emily’s tongue!“Your right Em, I taste amazing!”
Sarah gasped, as Emily continued to probe her backdoor.
They spent hours pleasuring each other, sharing intimate moments.
As morning approached, however, reality began to sink in.
Their bellies expanded noticeably, causing discomfort.
"Hey, Em," Sarah mumbled drowsily, "do you think we should start thinking about names for our future children?"
Emily considered Sarah's proposal carefully, weighing the pros and cons. "Actually, Sarah," she mused aloud, "that might not be such a terrible idea.
" Emily paused, collecting her thoughts before continuing. "What do you say we brainstorm some ideas, just for fun?"
Sarah nodded vigorously, excitedly agreeing with Emily's suggestion. "I think that makes perfect sense, hon! Why don't we begin with first names? Let's see - if it's a boy, we could name him Marc Jr., after yours truly. And if it's a girl, perhaps we could call her Emma?"
Emily pondered Sarah's suggestions carefully, mulling over possible implications.
"Hmm," she murmured thoughtfully, "those names certainly carry weight but lack originality."
Sarah raised an eyebrow curiously, questioning Emily's statement further. "Are you implying that we should choose unique monikers?" she asked skeptically.
"Precisely," Emily agreed emphatically, "our offspring deserve distinctive appellations reflecting their individuality. How about Marley for a boy? It pays homage to Marcus yet stands apart distinctly."
Sarah's eyes widened in appreciation, nodding in agreement.
"That's brilliant, Em! I love the way 'Marley' rolls off the tongue. What about the middle name?
" Sarah wondered, stroking her swollen belly absentmindedly. "Maybe we can incorporate our mother's maiden names? That way, our parents will also share in our joy."
Emily admired Sarah's thoughtful suggestion, picturing her newborn daughter's smiling face. "How about 'Jane' for a middle name?" She proposed earnestly. "In honor of your mom, Jane Smith. What do you think?"
Sarah's eyes lit up, her heart swelling with gratitude. "That's incredibly touching, Em," she praised sincerely.
“Just one problem Em…. We are never going to see our parents again, look at us do you think they would believe two pregnant black chicks used to be their pristine white daughters? That’s a pipe dream and you know it…” Sarah stated depressed. All the other things she had grown accustomed to, the physical changes, her shift in preferences and attitudes but the one thing she could never get used to is not being able to see her parents again.
There is no explanation that could explain what happened to them without sounding insane.
"Emily, you alright?" Sarah called out worriedly, noticing Emily's distant demeanor. "You haven't spoken in a while. Is everything okay?"
Emily shook her head, clearing the foggy haze clouding her thoughts. "Yeah, sorry," she muttered apologetically, "I was just daydreaming about home."
Sarah frowned sympathetically, wrapping an arm around Emily's shoulders.
"It must be tough missing your folks, Em," she offered supportingly, "but we've got each other now. No matter what comes our way, we'll face it together. Right?"
Emily sniffled quietly, nuzzling her cheek against Sarah's comforting embrace. "Thanks, Sar," she croaked gratefully, "I appreciate your understanding."
A somber silence hung heavy in the air. Both young mothers contemplated their uncertain futures as the seconds ticked by. The unrelenting nature of their predicament left them overwhelmed and exhausted.
“This is our life now, our boys will fuck us and use us and we’ll give birth to their children….” Emily trailed off.
Her gaze drifted past Sarah, towards the window overlooking the cityscape beyond. A pale moon hung low in the sky, casting eerie shadows across the dimly lit streets below. The night seemed endless, stretching into infinity. Time was beginning to lose meaning.
"Okay, Em," Sarah prodded gently, snapping Emily out of her trance. "Let's focus on naming our little ones instead of dwelling on the negatives. Besides, our baby boys and girls will probably grow up to look completely different from us anyway.
You know, considering that our genes are now mixed with those of our African American lovers. Our kids might even come out darker than we currently are! Isn't that fascinating?" Sarah mused, her curiosity piqued as she pondered the unpredictable outcomes.
"True, true," Emily concurred, her interest spiked by the intriguing prospect. "Can you imagine what kind of people our offspring will become?
“Our sons will be studs like their fathers and our daughters will be sluts like their mothers” Sarah stated bluntly.
“I suppose that’s the case, Sarah,” Emily conceded reluctantly, “though it saddens me to contemplate that possibility. Can we consider alternative choices? Perhaps raising our children differently, teaching them values counteracting those instilled by their biological lineage?”
Sarah furrowed her brow, contemplating Emily’s proposition. “I don’t think it will work out that way, not when we love how their fathers treat us, face it babe, we’re sluts and it runs through our blood” Sarah reasoned.
“Remember how much we enjoyed fucking Marcus, how much we enjoy pleasing Malik? Even though we initially despised our transformation, we secretly wished to belong in that world forever. In our hearts, we adore who we’ve become.
Our lusty appetites and submissive tendencies please our partners immensely. In return, they shower us with gifts, praise, and luxurious accommodations. However, despite our contentment, we yearn for freedom—a longing that transcends mere material possessions. It's an innate desire to break free from the bonds that constrain us and reclaim our autonomy. But alas, we remain ensnared, prisoners of fate.
"So be honest, Sarah," Emily prompted cautiously, "what exactly attracts you to Marcus?
"
Sarah hesitated briefly, recalling the numerous times she had succumbed to Marcus's magnetic charm. "I mean, he's handsome, intelligent, and charismatic," she admitted reluctantly, "yet somehow, I feel drawn to his assertive nature. There's something captivating about watching him dominate others effortlessly. He seems almost untouchable, and that drives me wild."
"I understand," Emily responded sympathetically, "I feel the same way about Malik. His confident aura leaves me breathless sometimes.
Watching him command respect from everyone around him reminds me of my own powerlessness. Yet, it doesn't repulse me; rather, it turns me on. I want to submit to him fully, to surrender myself entirely to his whims. Maybe that's why I chose to live with him, even though I wasn't forced to stay."
Emily listened intently, absorbing every word Sarah spoke, and it made her pussy throb, she thought of all the time Malik would dominate her!
she wanted it!
Emily would often dream of being impregnated over and over again by malik. Should couldn’t wait to give birth to more and more of Malik’s children!
She fantasize
about the strong arms of Malik holding her tight while his huge black cock fucked her relentlessly, filling her womb with powerful jets of hot seed.
Then she imagined her belly growing bigger and bigger with each pregnancy, carrying the precious child inside her.
Emily thought about how wonderful it would be to raise her babies with Malik and experience the joys of motherhood multiple times over.
At the end of each session, she craved for more pregnancies from Malik and hoped he would knock her up many more times.
"It sounds like you're thoroughly invested in this fantasy, Em," Sarah remarked sardonically, interrupting Emily's vivid thoughts.
Emily rubbed her pregnant bell, “I can’t help it, his cock is just so good” she knew what she was going to do later tonight when Malik came home, Emily was going to ride that dick!
"I can relate, Em," Sarah chimed in sympathetically, "although it frightens me somewhat, the intensity of feelings evoked by my lover. Every caress, kiss, and penetrative act sends waves of arousal coursing through my veins. I find myself craving more, regardless of the consequences."
"It's a vicious cycle," Emily concurred despondently, "and we appear trapped within our respective obsessions."
"Indeed, we are," Sarah acknowledged mournfully, "Though, deep down, I fear losing control.
When I surrendered to Marcus's demands, I willingly abandoned my inhibitions, embracing my submissive nature. This vulnerability scares me, but it simultaneously excites me."
"Me too," Emily echoed resignedly, "Malik possesses an uncanny ability to bring out my darkest desires. Submitting to him feels natural, almost instinctual. Like an irresistible force drawing me towards destruction."
Silence enveloped the pair as they ruminated over their conflicting sentiments. Emily eventually broke the uneasy calm, “we had so many dreams in college, but they have all been replaced, by our baby daddy’s desires for us” Emily guessed. “The more they fuck us the more I can’t help but want to be their ideal woman!” She finished
her sentence with emphasis.
Sarah looked at Emily with wide eyed astonishment, her mouth agape. "Wow, Em," she breathed slowly, her chest rising and falling dramatically. "That's quite bold of you to admit."
Emily blushed profusely, stammering nervously. "I-I know," she confessed guiltily, "but it's becoming increasingly hard to deny the truth."
Sarah pursed her lips thoughtfully, tapping her slender fingers lightly against her chin.
"Well, Em," she replied after due consideration, "it appears we've both fallen prey to the enchanting spell cast by our respective lovers. Despite our initial reservations, we've embraced our roles as devoted concubines, willing to fulfill whatever fantasies arise."
"Exactly," Emily seconded fervently, "the more we yield to their desires, the stronger our obsession grows. We've lost touch with reality, surrendering ourselves wholly to their whims.
“And it makes me so horny, when i look in the mirror I see less and less of that girl I was before and it sexually excites me!” Emily finished.
“The more frequent we engage in sexual acts, the hornier I become. At times, I catch myself staring into mirrors, admiring my transformed features. I am intrigued by how far removed I am from my former identity. When I compare my current image to photographs taken prior to our metamorphosis, I hardly recognize that naive, innocent girl. Instead, I am enthralled by the sultry vixen gazing back at me.”
Sarah stared blankly at Emily, her heart pounding wildly against her ribcage. He hand made its way to her clit, massaging it “say it again Em! It’s making me so wet!” Sarah gasped!
Her hand squeezing her clit harder, while Emily watched her closely. "Again, Em," Sarah pleaded softly, unable to contain herself.
Emily obliged, recounting her tale once more. "We had so many dreams in college, didn't we?" she began tenderly, reaching out to cup Sarah's swollen abdomen lovingly. "Now, all those aspirations have vanished, consumed by our baby daddy's desires for us."
Sarah whimpered softly, arching her back in response.
"Don't stop there, Em," she groaned huskily, her voice quivering with anticipation. "Tell me more about that mesmerizing reflection you saw in the mirror."
Emily grinned mischievously, feeling empowered by Sarah's evident fascination. "Well, Sar," she cooed seductively, "imagine standing before a full-length mirror, gazing into the hypnotic pools of your newfound self.
Gone is the timid, inexperienced creature that once resided within your fragile shell. Replaced by a bold, confident temptress capable of igniting the passions of men with nothing more than a flicker of her lashes."
Sarah inhaled sharply, savoring the intoxicating sensation coursing through her veins.
"Ohh, Em," she exhaled deeply, reveling in the exquisite delight permeating her body. "That feels incredible. Tell me more about the enigmatic beauty reflected in the glass."
Emily smirked mischievously, entranced by Sarah's mounting excitement. "Picture yourself gazing into polished panes," she whispered suggestively, her velvet tones weaving an allure impossible to resist.
"Embracing the sultriness that radiates from your soul, you witness the evolution of an individual. Gone is the shyness, swapped for confidence akin to your lover's dominant presence. You observe subtle nuances in your facial structure, accentuated by delicate hints of melanin scattered across your ivory skin. As your pupils dilate, taking in the striking contrast, you discover that your hazel irises dance with flecks of copper."
Sarah squirmed beneath the weight of Emily's intense description, her breathing accelerating rapidly.
"Speak louder, Em," she implored feverishly, her throat parched with need. "Paint a clearer picture of this vision that stirs such potent hunger within me."
Emily sighed heavily, glancing at the clock on the nearby wall. "Ah, darling," she lamented ruefully, "is it already three o'clock? Malik shall arrive soon, and we cannot afford distractions. Our time is limited, dear sister."
Sarah tensed visibly, the remnants of her earlier orgasm fading swiftly.
"Already?" she uttered faintly, attempting to compose herself. "But... I haven't even begun to explore the vast ocean of pleasures awaiting me within your expert guidance."
Emily chuckled softly, brushing aside a loose strand of platinum blond hair from her forehead. "Darling," she reassured gently, "we'd barely managed to scratch the surface of this tantalizing game. Nonetheless, patience serves a purpose in matters of this sort. Our journey has only commenced, remember?"
Sarah's apprehension remained stubbornly rooted within her breast.
“Besides I really need a good dicking right now” Emily confirmed bluntly.
“I bet you wouldn’t turn down an opportunity either.”
“Touché, Em,” Sarah conceded sarcastically, flashing a mischievous grin. “Although I anticipate encountering difficulty convincing Marcus to acquiesce to my requests. Tonight, his attentions lie elsewhere. Apparently, he plans to attend a party hosted by Malik.”
Glancing at Emily, Sarah noticed her brows furrowing in confusion. “Why aren’t you joining them then?” she questioned curiously.
"Apparently, the invite extends exclusively to Malik's closest associates," Sarah explained patiently, placing extra emphasis on the final syllables. "Since you reside under his roof, Emily, he deems your attendance unnecessary."
Emily felt a wave of jealousy wash over her, stinging her pride. "Oh, I see," she retorted icily, struggling to maintain composure. "Am I deemed unworthy or simply unfashionable?"
Sarah reached out, laying a calming hand atop Emily's trembling wrist.
“What ever, I’ll still get a good fucking before what ever this meeting is” Emily stated slightly annoyed.
She moved towards the door, adjusting her dress to reveal more cleavage, showing off her large breasts to any man lucky enough to see her.
Her nipples were erect from teasing Malik, and she wanted nothing more than to suckle on his enormous member.
She could hear him getting ready in the bathroom, splashing water onto his face and scrubbing himself clean. It turned her on knowing she was about to consume his essence and bear his offspring.
Emily walked towards the bed where Sarah lay waiting for her to finish dressing.
Emily slapped Sarah on her ass, “get back to your man and let me get some from mine” Emily scolded Sarah!
She opened the bedroom door, giving Sarah a wink goodbye. Sarah giggled, throwing her shoe at Emily saying, “hurry up and go screw Marcus!” And she ushered her friend out. The door slammed shut behind Sarah leaving Emily alone in the room. Sarah took her phone out and sent a text message to Jenna. “Girl Emily went to meet Malik upstairs. Be prepared to join the conversation, cause I won’t make it easy for yall” Sarah wrote.
Jenna just ignored Sarah’s texts like she had been for the past 7 months.
As the minutes pass, Emily grew impatient. She needed to cum and cum bad! Her juices were leaking down her thighs, soaking the sheets beneath her.
Her engorged clitoris throbbed with anticipation, desperate for release. Emily paced restlessly, occasionally checking the door for signs of movement. Glancing at the clock above the fireplace, she noted that ten agonizing minutes had elapsed since her last check. Her pussy ached intensely, demanding satisfaction.
Frustrated, Emily collapsed onto the plush carpet adjacent to the king-sized bed. Stretching her legs luxuriantly, she allowed her feet to intertwine playfully. With each passing second, her tormented erection became increasingly apparent, straining against the constricting fabric of her panties.
Emily found herself biting her lower lip desperately, trying to refrain from moaning aloud in desperation. She knew that it would attract unwanted attention from outside the locked chamber. Squirming uncomfortably upon the crimson rug, she attempted to alleviate the mounting pressure surging within her pulsating sex organ.
As she writhed sensually, inadvertently grinding her hips against the soft cushion beneath her, she could feel her cunt muscles twitching uncontrollably. With each involuntary contraction, a warm trickle of sweet honey spilled forth from her tightly closed vaginal slit.
Desperately seeking solace, her probing digits ventured beneath the clingy barrier, searching for relief amidst the escalating discomfort. Pushing her skirt higher along her toned thigh, she delicately tugged at the waistband of her panties. Unable to suppress the insistent urge any longer, she abruptly ripped away the offending garment, exposing her throbbing sex mound to the cool evening breeze wafting through the open windowpanes.
Emily heaved audibly, momentarily basking in the blissful warmth that washed over her fevered flesh.
Cradling her damp panties in one hand, she slid her index finger gently into the silken depths of her moistened crevice. Feeling an overwhelming sense of euphoria, she released a guttural cry, pressing her palm firmly against her pulsing clitoris.
Withdrawing her digit slowly, she marveled at the copious amounts of creamy fluid pooling underneath her. A small smile played across her lips as she anticipated the upcoming climactic encounter.
Malik walked out of the bathroom to witness the hot and bothered state his girl was in, it got him instantly hard, business could wait!
"My goodness, Baby Girl," he said walking closer to Emily sitting on the floor in front of him. “What’s got you creaming all over the bed room?” He asked with a mischievous smile.
"Do these lovely curves require immediate attention?"
Emily nodded eagerly, her face flushing scarlet with embarrassment. "Yes, Daddy," she murmured softly, "I crave your touch so badly. Please relieve this burning ache inside me."
Malik knelt beside Emily, running his calloused hands over her supple flesh. He traced the contours of her neckline with gentle strokes, lingering near her collarbone to tease her further. Their nostrils flared as they exchanged heated glances, sensing their mutual desire intensify with each passing second.
Their bodies swayed rhythmically, creating an intimate connection forged in passion and urgency. Moans escaped their parted lips, accompanied by labored breaths that resonated in harmony. The scent of sweat mingled with the aroma of sex filled the air, creating a heady concoction that fueled their ardor.
"Baby Girl," Malik purred seductively, his voice vibrating through the hollow space between them. "Look at me."
Emily raised her gaze, locking her cerulean orbs with his stormy chocolate-brown eyes.
An electric jolt shot through her body, causing chills to cascade down her spine. As if under a mystical spell, she leaned forward until their noses touched gently. "Daddy," she breathed huskily, her palms grazing his muscular biceps reverentially. "Please take charge of this situation. Command me, instruct me."
"With pleasure, Baby Girl," Malik assured confidently, wrapping his sinewy arms around her waist. "Take off your shirt.
Let me taste you," Malik directed Emily, his tone commanding yet laden with affection.
Without hesitation, Emily complied, carefully removing her bra and tossing it aside. Her ample bosom bounced gently as she rose to her knees, positioning herself directly before Malik. The heat emanating from his muscular frame caused her pulse to quicken, fueling her burgeoning excitement.
Malik grasped Emily's shoulders, guiding her forward until her voluptuous mounds pressed against his sculpted torso. Milk sprayed from her nipples!
Emily winced and cried out as he sucked hungrily at her breast, his tongue swirling around her sensitive nipple. Her hands gripped his skull, urging him deeper into her embrace. Tears welled up in her eyes as she bucked wildly, thrusting her chest forward in ecstasy.
"Daddy, oh God, yes…" Emily moaned loudly, her cries reverberating through the dimly lit room. She clawed at the hardwood flooring with desperate abandon, her nails scraping the wood grain violently.
A deluge of tears cascaded down her cheeks, blurring her vision. Unbearable pleasure spiked through her loins, sending shockwaves rippling through her entire body. The intensity of her orgasms seemed endless, threatening to overwhelm her consciousness altogether.
Emily wondered if it was possible to die from sheer pleasure overload. She was certainly willing to give it a try as her Coochie cried out for Malik’s cock!
“Please daddy! I’m a bad girl! Punish me with your cock!” Emily teased.
“Make my pretty little hole hurt real nasty, Daddy! Fill me up with your big, juicy black cock!”
Malik smiled broadly, his eyes sparkling with lust. “You naughty little thing,” he growled, gripping Emily's hips roughly. “Just watch me stretch that tight little pussy of yours wide open!”
He positioned himself between Emily's knees, guiding her thighs apart with practiced ease. His massive phallus stood erect and proud, glistening with pre-cum. Watching it bob up and down excitedly, Emily shivered with anticipation.
"Fuck daddy, please!" she panted, her breath coming in ragged pants. "Stick that big fat cock inside me, fill me up with your delicious load!"
Malik grinned wickedly, his grip tightening around Emily's hips. "You're not done begging yet, sweetheart," he growled, leaning down to nip at her earlobe. "You better beg for mercy properly, or else, I might forget what I promised you."
The words hit Emily like a punch to the gut, and she immediately burst into tears.
She grabbed the edge of the table nearest to her and held on for dear life. As she shook her fat swollen ass at Malik “plow my fuck hole daddy” Emily begged!
This drove Malik wild, his thick shaft rubbing against her dripping entrance. He loved seeing her pink pussy stretched beyond belief to accommodate his massive meat stick.
“So much for begging like a good slut should,” Malik commented, his voice low and rough with anticipation. “I think it’s time you learn who owns you now, bitch…”
His words hung heavy in the air, weighing on Emily like chains wrapped around her heart.
Fear, shame, and longing twisted together inside her, threatening to suffocate her. Yet, somehow, she couldn't muster the strength to tear her gaze away from Malik's intense stare.
"You do, daddy! I’m just your fuck slut!” Emily screamed. She almost came right away as Malik shoved the tip in.
However, instead of entering fully, he pulled back, letting Emily savor the brief reprieve from his magnificent tool. He taunted her mercilessly, telling her that she wasn't worthy of receiving the entirety of his massive schlong. Emily was shocked, though she quickly realized that Malik was testing her limits. The tension mounted, and Emily yearned more than ever to be fucked relentlessly. She begged and pleaded, promising anything to appease her master.
"All right, fine," Malik finally relented, kneeling down and pulling Emily onto his lap.
"If you insist on being punished, I suppose I can indulge you. But first, I demand something in return."
Emily blinked twice, swallowing nervously. "Wha…what do you want?" she croaked weakly.
Smirking mischievously, Malik tilted her chin upwards with a flick of his finger. "I want you to tell me everything you love about being owned by me—every single detail, no matter how humiliating or degrading it may seem.
No holds barred, Baby Girl." Emily's eyes widened in disbelief, her mouth hanging open slightly. "Are you serious?" she squeaked incredulously. "After what you did to me, you expect me to willingly divulge my deepest, most embarrassing fantasies?"
"Of course, I'm serious," Malik insisted nonchalantly, stroking the side of his erection idly. "Remember, I own every inch of your pathetic little body, and that includes your dirty mind. Now spill it.
What exactly gets you wet when you fantasize about being dominated by someone like me?" Malik demanded sternly, his gaze never straying from Emily's trembling form.
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