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Ashley's Dark Awakening Ch. 01

By: uh-oh



Disclaimer: The following contains heavy racial themes and language. If strong racial vocabularies or vivid scenes of black-on-white breeding offend you, this story is not for you. All characters are of legal age (18+). Viewer discretion is advised.

A Dark, Dirty Trick

Ashley knew she shouldn't go, but deep down she was excited. A high school senior never having gone to a party before, let alone one so far out of town, Ashley tried to meekly refuse when her best friend Sandy first suggested it. Sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night? Naturally the girl shook her head, even though a thrill of adventure shot through her.

"Oh come on Ashley," Sandy said, hand perched on her hip, "It's just a little party. Your good-girl reputation will survive one little party."

"Little party, huh?" Ashley said, pushing her blond bangs back, "Says the girl who still tells her parents she's a virgin."

"Hey now! Maybe it isn't such a little party, but really it's no big deal. You'll go there, drink a bit, dance a bit, and be back in time for breakfast." Sandy smiled, flashing that grin that Ashley knew all too well. She knew Sandy was stretching the truth, with her devious grin and flashing eyes, but...

"Well..." Ashley looked down to her feet, assessing herself. She was a bit shorter than Sandy, not a basketball star like she was but did well as a runner on the track team. Slim and fit, she preferred jerseys over dresses any day, but she never was one for the limelight - unlike Sandy who reveled in it. No, Ashley usually did her best to be a wallflower, her golden hair down to mid-cheek and bangs that sometimes hid one of her bright blue eyes. She even wrapped her chest to avoid the stares of guys at school, not that it could hide her rather gifted breasts from the envious glances of the other girls. Ashley stayed in line and didn't step out of it, not usually. But it was just a party, and at the start of the weekend...

Sandy cocked her head to the side, "Well? Maybe you can meet some hot guy there. Way better looking than Greg too." Greg - one of the linebackers on the football team, and Ashley's now ex-boyfriend. Her parents thought he was perfect for her, but he broke up with her when she wouldn't go further than stroking him off in his car. Ashley was still fuming about him, and Sandy knew just how to push her buttons. It was a gift, really.

"Fine!" Ashley sighed, "Fine, I'll go." Sandy bounced up and down, her longer brunette hair waving behind her and a huge grin crossing her face, so she added, "But! We only are going to stay for a little bit, ok?"

"Ok ok!" Sandy said, still delighted, "Lemme get you all dressed up for the par-tay!"

"What? I'm already-" Sandy pulled Ashley into her room, the bed already completely covered with possible outfits for Ashley to wear -- all rather skimpy and revealing. Ashley sighed, and resigned to her fate.

The Drive

"I'm not wearing this."

"You're more than welcome to take it off in the middle of the party. Let all the boys see those big boobs of yours."

"I think they already can..." Ashley crossed her arms tighter across her chest as the car bumped along the country road. Sandy was at the wheel, driving the pair far from the city. Someone's rich parents had a cabin in the woods, and were busy in town according to Sandy's friend. Ashley told her parents she was going to be hanging out with Sandy -- not quite a lie, despite the black and white low-cut top that exposed her midsection and the short matching skirt she was wearing. She smoothed out the little skirt, which hardly came to mid-thigh, trying to cover up the cute-girl white panties Sandy had insisted on.

"Good! Those girls need some fresh air," Sandy said. Her own attire was hardly more modest -- she let her red skirt ride dangerously close to her rose-colored panties, and her tight v-cut top proclaimed fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. "You're going to have the boys drooling all over you!"

"Why are we doing this again?" Ashley asked, watching the trees enclose around them.

"To get you out of your shell, clam-girl," Sandy said, "And maybe catch a few cute guys..."

"What about your boyfriend? What is he going to think about you 'catching a few cute guys', huh?" Ashley remembered that she had invited Clay over to her house a little more than a month ago and lost her virginity to him right on her parent's bed, so Sandy had bragged.

"Pfft," Sandy tossed her auburn hair back, "Ex-boyfriend, you mean. He'll be too busy banging stupid sluts and knocking up other girls I'm sure..." There had been rumors going around that Clay never used condoms and actually liked knocking his girlfriends up -- Sandy being his last before the others began to show. In any case, Ashley had been noticing Sandy's sick-runs to the bathroom, even if she said they were just bouts of the stomach flu. There were lots of those bouts...

Ashley didn't say anything as they pulled up the long rocky driveway towards the cabin. Cars and trucks were lining the whole way, and lots of them. Rounding the corner the cabin rose into view, a crowd of people scattered around the lawn in the spring air and the large windows on the huge two-story building lit up with even more partiers inside.

"Here we are!" Sandy said, killing the engine and snatching her purse up for some last-minute adjustments.

"I thought you said this was a little party!" Ashley looked out the window at all the people milling about, drinks sloshing about in nearly every hand, and girls and guys bobbing and grinding to the music thumping from inside the cabin.

"Oh, did I say little? I meant concentrated," Sandy couldn't even try to hide her cattish grin as she said it.

"They're not even from school, Sandy. Is this a college party?" Ashley looked out the window again, her nerves rising.

Sandy brushed back her hair and looked in the mirror, "Oh yes. The best kinds of parties are college parties!" She stopped and leaned over to her friend, pointing out the window at some shirtless guys, "See how hot they are? Much better than Greg, don't you think?"

"Yeah..." Ashley admitted, scanning them over a few times, but quickly added, "But you never said this was a college party! I don't think I can go out there like this..." She looked down at herself again. All that covered her legs was a thin skirt shorter than her track shorts, and the top and bra pushed her ample cleavage out for everyone to see.

"Don't worry Ashley! Look at those girls," She pointed. The cabin was lakeside, and girls were dancing all about in bikinis like lingerie and were grinding up against the very pleased and shirtless guys. "And you're worried about your clothes. You're far sexier than any of those girls anyway."

"I don't know..." Ashley's heart was beating fast, one hand gripping the seat and the other the doorhandle. Sandy grabbed her shoulder and gave her a little shake.

"Ashley! Relax, ok? We're going to have a good time here, alright? Especially you -- why do you think I brought you to this party in the first place?"

"Cause you like to get drunk and party with college boys?"

"That, but more importantly we're going because of you!" Sandy said, "I've had you in mind for coming to this kind of party for awhile now," Sandy was smiling, her eyes full of excitement and... something else Ashley couldn't quite place it. "I think you'll really like this party tonight, Ashley. A good change from that idiot Greg for sure. Maybe it'll even change you for the better too, huh?"

Ashley thought about it. What was the worst than could happen? Her friend was here, an experienced partygoer, and she wasn't a stranger to drinking. Yeah, Ashley thought, she'd be ok. No, better than ok! She looked out the window again at all the people, especially the boys. She'd show Greg that she knew how to have a good time -- and he'd never get any of it himself. Ashley took a deep breath, and pushed down her nagging fear.

"I think you're right Sandy. Let's go."

"Right!" Sandy and Ashley jumped out of the car and stepped towards the cabin as the sun sank into twilight behind the dark and distant mountains.

Dark Dancing

The inside of the cabin was packed with people, mostly college students, dancing and jumping to the beat of the loud music that thumped in Ashley's chest. Sandy led her straight to the improvised bar on the large kitchen counter and ordered 'the special' for Ashley with a wink to the bartender. He nodded with a polite smile, and quickly mixed up a particularly hard-looking drink just out of view.

Ashley was no lightweight, at least in her mind. Soon enough she had gone through a few rounds and was beginning to bob her head to the music that pounded through her whole body. Sandy smiled and laughed as she sipped her virgin cokes and lemonades, assuring Ashley that, "At least one of us has to be the responsible one here!" with that strange glint in her eyes.

With her whole body tingling with the music, and her reservations about her attire fairly well dissolved by the pleasant buzzing in her head, she turned to her smiling friend and giggled, "Sandy, I think I'm drunk enough to actually want to dance."

"Really?" Sandy said, raising her eyebrows in mock surprise, "Well, I hope you don't mean with me -- I've got two hot guys checking me out over there, and I can't deny gentlemen like that." Ashley peeked at the 'gentlemen' whose eyes were roving all over her friend, especially up to her skirt that Sandy 'accidently' forgot to pull down over her bright red panties.

Ashley giggled a bit too loud and tried to cover her mouth, "Oh, ok then. I'll let you have those white knights then. I'll go find my own." She picked herself off the counter and kicked off her heels. The dance floor awaited, and with her hips swaying to the music she sauntered off into its midst. Sandy watched, glancing at all the 'specials' her friend had downed, and knew they would really be kicking in soon...

All Ashley knew was that the music was getting better and better, and the thick crowd near the booming speakers drew her in like a moth to flame. There she danced, shaking her hips to and fro, raising her leaden arms into the air, and tossing her light blond hair about as she swayed to the beat. The people around her felt so warm and goood, and the hands that would grab her hips and the bodies that would grind up behind her felt even better. A faraway thought entered her hazy mind, that she wouldn't be caught dead rubbing her ass against a guy before, but now she was doing it gladly with complete strangers! The girl laughed to herself, before she felt someone new come up behind her.

"Damn girl, your dancin' is fine!" Ashley turned her head, and when her vision caught up with her eyes she saw a dark figure, grinning down at her as his warm hands grabbed her hips.

He was black. Very black. Ashley didn't know many black people, and she had never seen this guy before. Sure, she obviously had seen some around town occasionally, but growing up in the Midwest there wasn't very many, and hardly any in her school. Her dancing slowed, feeling a pang of nervousness growing in her chest.

"I bet you've never danced with a black guy before, huh?" The older black boy said, and Ashley only nodded. "Thought so. Don't you worry, we like keepin' young white girls like yourself real comfortable..." His hand stroked the bare sides of her midriff. They were so very warm, and he pressed himself all along her back as he spoke in her ear.

Ashley's buzz hummed on in her head, imploring her to dance despite this strange black man holding her. Slowly she began to move against him, just nuzzling her hips against him at first -- it all she could manage with the shock of his black hands on her. It surprised Ashley that she had that kind of reaction. She'd been taught to not be racist all her life, though it always was an unspoken taboo that white girls don't do these things with black boys, let alone grind their asses against them.

But as she danced, be it the combination of the drink, the pounding music, and his dark body pressing all along her, she felt better than before. Much better. Her hips moved just a bit more.

"What's your name, girl?" He asked, close to her ear.

"Ashley," she replied meekly, glancing over her shoulder through her blond hair.

"Mmm, Ashley..." he hummed in her ear. His voice was definitely that of a black guy, a deeper resonance that fit perfectly with the throbbing music. "I like that name. What you doin' at a party like this, Ashley?"

"Umm, looking to have some fun, I guess..." The beat picked up, and she pressed her hips into his more, starting to slide up and down with the music as she kept a sky-blue eye towards him over her shoulder.

"Fun you guess, huh?" He ground back into her and moved his hands forward, "I bet we can have more fun than this, girl." For some reason, his words send a shock through Ashley's belly -- an invigorating one that made her crave more.

"What's your name then, fun guy?" Ashley said with a little smile.

"Derren," he said, "Or were you expectin' it to be somethin' more black, like Tyrone or Jamal?" he laughed, and Ashley felt the strong vibration against her back.

She giggled, "N-no, why would I?"

He really laughed then, "Ha! Don't tell me you're all innocent like that. Your hips are sayin' otherwise girl." He was right. Ashley didn't notice how hard she was pushing against him till then, her short skirt riding up as she gyrated and slid up and down on his jeans. But she liked it, and didn't stop.

"I might just like your dancing, Derren," she said, trying to hide the fact that it wasn't just his dancing that was getting to her. "Are you from the college?"

"Heh, sure am. Couldn't be lead quarterback for 'em otherwise, could I?" Ashley could feel he was fit. Not like Greg, who was built like a boulder. She ran her hands along his bare arms, but already she could feel the strength in them as he held her swaying hips.

"My ex-boyfriend was on the football team. Maybe I have a thing for football players, huh...?" Ashley smiled and looked back at Derren, who grinned knowingly back.

"Naw, I don't think you've got the hots for dancin' with players..." His hands fell lower, down her waist till his fingers rested on the hem of her little skirt, "I think what you really like is dancin' with black guys, girl."

"Maybe..." Ashley said. She hadn't drank anything since getting onto the dance floor, but she was feeling even more drunk than before. Was it now just kicking in, or was it this guy touching her bare skin and pressing himself against her, this warm, strong, black guy...? The more Ashley thought about Derren feeling her up, the more excited she became. And when she looked down and saw his dark hands on her pale skin, her heart jumped.

"Mmm, damn baby, you're really gettin' into this, aren't you?" Ashley slid down his legs far this time, running her petite hands down his thighs and letting her back rub him all the way down. Rising up, she shot her baby-blue eyes up at him as she felt her way back up. Her hands brushed his thighs, and she thought she could feel him through his jeans. He was hard.

"I get into things I like," Ashley said, swaying on her feet until Derren wrapped his fingers around her bare waist and pressed his growing black package against her ass again.

"Heh heh, so do I..." Derren said. The song ended, and the DJ announced his shift was over for a few minutes. Ashley didn't know how long she had been dancing, or how long Derren had been running his dark hands over her. It took her awhile to realize the song was over though, and straightening up she turned around and looked Derren fully in the face for the first time.

"Getting' a little freaky out there girl." He kept his chocolate brown hands wrapped around her hips. Ashley saw he was attractive as she looked up at him -- nice broad shoulders, a smooth and shaven face, short rough black hair, and clever brown eyes. She'd not looked at many black guys before, and never this close. But she knew instantly he beat Greg in the looks department. Even most of her other boyfriends...

"You come here alone for your 'fun'?" Derren continued as Ashley took in his handsome features.

"No no, my friend is waiting right at the-" But as Ashley turned around, Sandy wasn't there. Neither were the two guys that had been checking her out. Ashley swayed a little without Derren holding her as she shambled over to the bar.

"Looks like your friend got busy with her own fun," he said, a smirk on his lips.

"She's... I got to find her," Ashley said. What if she had left? She said she was going to be the responsible one! Her panic, which had melted away in the arms of Derren on the dance floor, re-awakened. That her friend might have left her stranded in a strange party was not what she wanted right now!

But she felt Derren's arms around her again suddenly, and another shock of excitement coursed through her belly. "Girl, we'll find her. She's probably upstairs in one of the bedrooms..."

"W-why's that?" Ashley said, looking up at Derren with wide, hardly-focused eyes.

"Heh heh, like I said, probably busy havin' her own fun."

In a few moments, Ashley got what he meant. "Oh... Well, I still need to find her and make sure she's ok..." She grabbed her purse and started to walk off, but then the drinks really hit her. She wobbled and tried to grab the counter for support, but it was as if her legs had suddenly turned to lead. She would have fallen if Derren hadn't caught her, as if he had predicted she would fall the moment she wandered off.

"Girl, slow down! A white girl passed out at a party like this ain't gonna be good. Let's find this freaky friend of yours, aight?" Ashley just nodded, wrapping her arm around his well-toned shoulders, and let him carry her onwards.

Sandy's Encouragement

The contrasting pair waded through the tipsy and drunken and mounted the stairs. Ashley's legs wobbled, but with Derren holding her she was ok. Better than ok. As her head lulled she nestled against his body. She could smell him through his t-shirt, taking in his spicy exotic scent. Just from the smell she could tell he was black -- Greg never smelled anything like Derren did, Ashley thought. She pressed her face against him and breathed in more deeply when it began to make her whole body tingle with excitement.

People were passing along the stairs and along the upper floor's hallways. Not all had all their clothes on. A pair fumbled by, tearing at one another's clothing and kissing for dear life as they tripped into a spare room and quickly slammed the door behind them. The frantic knocking on the door after by bathroom-desperate denizens snapped Ashley out of her breathing euphoria.

"Sandy's up here...?" She asked, mostly to herself.

"Your friend probably got her ass drunk and stumbled up here to get some lovin'," Derren said, "Not sayin' that's a bad thing, though..."

"But she wasn't drinking tonight..." Ashley said, burying her head in Derren's side again as they walked. Partly she didn't want to keep seeing all those strange girls bumbling about with tops askew and getting unsteadily onto their knees in front of swaying men. But more so she wanted to feel Derren's warmth against her, and breathe in the intoxicating exotic scent of a black man that she had never experienced before.

A moaning caught her attention, not because it was loud but because it was familiar. "Sandy?" Ashley called. Girlish giggling and male moans followed from a room just ahead of them. Without thinking Ashley stumbled to the askew door and pushed it open, Derren following close behind.

It was Sandy alright. She'd left her shoes and panties and top in a trail leading up to her kneeling form. On either side the boys from the bar were standing, their pants likewise left behind and their boxers nearly bursting as the topless girl stroked their cocks through the fabric. Ashley stared in a few moments, rooted to the spot as her friend brought their cocks to life and giggled as she did.


Ashley's Dark Awakening Ch. 02



Disclaimer: The following contains heavy racial themes and language. If strong racial vocabularies or vivid scenes of black-on-white breeding offend you, this story is not for you. All characters are of legal age (18+). Viewer discretion is advised.

Black Seed Sown

Showing Changes

After that fateful party, everything changed. No longer a meek wallflower, Ashley paraded through the halls of her school, a girl bloomed into womanhood. Not only did she act the part, but looked it too: The tight wraps she once confined her breasts in lay discarded on her bedroom floor and silky bras replaced them, relieving her ample mounds from their long-imposed prison. She traded her jersey-tops for more fitting t-shirts, the kind that showed off her jutting chest and lithe body beneath the light fabric for everyone to admire -- though not as much as her best friend Sandy was admired for her revealing attire. In the school and without, Ashley's quiet trotting evolved into a confident stride, holding her golden head high and showing herself off willingly.

More than that, everything around her had changed. The world took on a different light, and in fact the liberated blond began to notice and delight in the envious stares of the girls and the glances snuck by the boys. And she began to notice them. Before she hadn't really paid any attention to them, since most of her school was typical of a Midwest town with everyone as light-skinned as herself.

But after she met Derren, she noticed the black boys for the first time.

Even though she hated Derren for not contacting her again after the party over two months ago, her attention wandered whenever she saw a black guy striding through the halls or prowling outside. Once she began to notice the dark men around her, Ashley began to see them everywhere: Handsome black boys that reminded her of Derren and that night when they fucked like animals and a black man took her virginity. It seemed as though they materialized all around her, but soon she realized it wasn't just her taking notice of them.

They were staring at her too. Not like the other boys who snuck a quick glance and shuffled away, or who pretended they weren't staring at her firm chest as she walked by. No, she saw them sizing her up and down, taking their time to look her white body over from head to toe. They knew what they liked, and these black boys were grinning by the time their eyes had poured over her creamy legs and round breasts. Those stares, the kind which Ashley once hid from instinctively, she now reveled in. They wanted her. They hungered to have her white body, just like Derren hungered and took her that night to satisfy his lusty appetite.

After the party Ashley soon found excuses to go walking downtown after school and on the weekends, wearing the clothes which Sandy eagerly helped pick out for her. Showy ones, like she had worn at the party -- short skirts that rode high on her milky thighs and thin blouses that showed off more than a hint of her pale cleavage. Clicking along the sidewalks in her heels, she got quite a few looks from the passers-by, but none so exciting as the looks she got from the black men checking her out.

About two and a half months after the party, Sandy and Ashley were hanging out in Sandy's room, clothes once again strewn about as they scavenged for outfits for a weekend afternoon at the mall.

"My my," Sandy said, laying on her stomach and propped up on her elbows on her bed, "You've been acting pretty weird lately, Ashley."

"Weird? What do you mean?" Ashley looked herself over in the mirror, brushing her golden hair out of her face so she could see how well her yellow top complimented her light skirt. It didn't, so she shucked the offending shirt off and tossed it aside with the rest.

"Well, for starters, you used to hide the fact that you had boobs to begin with, let alone those big ones you've got more than enough of," Sandy kicked her feet back and forth, watching her friend's clothes come on and off like a content cat watching a mouse run to and fro.

"Oh I know," Ashley said, smiling as she turned around to face her relaxed friend, clad in just a velvety bra. She cupped her ample chest, generously overfilling her dainty hands, "I suppose I found out just what these girls can do for me. Besides, those wraps were getting really tight lately..."

"Yeah, they sure were," Sandy made it apparent she was ogling Ashley's breasts, "They've been screaming to me all these years to escape and see the world. Good thing I showed them off at the party, eh?"

"Pfft, you just wanted to show off what big boobs I have so you could catch some boys with them," Ashley looked down at her bra. It really was getting pretty tight lately, she thought. So she unclasped it and let it flutter to the ground along with the rest of the growing pile of bras that proved too tight anymore.

"I wasn't wrong, was I? Caught them rather nicely I thought..." Sandy grinned. The twin mounds perched on Ashley's chest perked up ripe and firm in the cool room. Ashley could have covered up her nipples with quarters and still have been modest.

"No... I guess you weren't." All those hungry stares she'd been getting lately confirmed Sandy's words. She turned halfway back to the dresser, thinking about how sexy she felt -- so much sexier ever since that party with Derren.

"Hehe," Sandy giggled and gave Ashley a sly look, "I've seen how you like the boys looking at you. I always knew you were a naughty girl on the inside. It's just showing now..."

Ashley didn't see Sandy's graze down her profile, her eyes moving from her proud breasts to her friend's taut belly. Her heart skipped a beat with what she saw -- the cat caught its mouse.

"You think so, Sandy?" Ashley asked as she looked in a mirror, the beginnings of a blush crossed her proud face.

"Mmm, oh yeah..." Sandy hummed, sliding her cell phone from her purse. "You've definitely been a naughty girl, dear friend of mine," She aimed the silent camera at Ashley and pressed the button.

"And soon enough," she continued, grin widening as she slipped the phone back into hiding, "Everyone is going to see just how naughty you've become..."

Ashley smiled to herself and laughed, thinking how right Sandy was. All those clothes her friend had been throwing at her to try on were so revealing and sexy, and only getting more so every weekend that passed by. She certainly liked showing off her best friend like she her favorite toy.

"Oh, but I'll never be as naughty as you, Sandy!" Ashley chimed in, looking over to her friend who hadn't moved from her propped-up elbows since the beginning. Sandy smiled sweetly, nodding.

"I know that," she said, "I'm the Queen of Naughty, remember? But," she rolled off the side of the bed with her purse, landing gracefully and making a little bow, "This Queen has to attend the throne room right now."

"May her Majesty's make-up never smear," Ashley replied with a mock bow herself, inadvertently showing off how easily her voluptuous breasts defied gravity. She turned back to the dresser humming and pawed through the colorful bras she was craving to wear while she swayed her bright panty-clad hips.

Meanwhile Sandy slipped into the bathroom and locked the door. She pulled out the phone and glanced at the photo she'd gotten. It was a perfect shot, catching Ashley's tits and skirt all in one. But more importantly, it caught what was in-between. Her hand slipped down her panties and gave her hot sex a little rub as she tapped out the single-lined message attached to it:





Ashley's Dark Awakening Ch. 02



"I just felt like it," Ashley said, feeding her craving by taking a bite of the fish along with a scoop of the mint cream, "Mmmahhh! And it's delicious!" she said before sipping at her tall vanilla smoothie.

"Got to be careful about that though," Sandy said, cattishly grinning over her own assortment of foods taken as if by random from the venders, "Eat like that too much and you'll be growing around the middle soon enough."

"Rike rur not," Ashley swallowed and continued, "I'll be fine -- It's you who'll have to be worrying about that belly showing pretty soon. You haven't told your mom or dad about it either, have you?"

"Nope," Sandy said, taking a bite of out of her onion and pickle hamburger, "And I'm not gonna have to." The confident girl gulped down her vanilla smoothie and gave a satisfied sigh as Ashley stared at her carefree friend.

"What do you mean you won't tell them? I mean, it's not like you're going to be able to hide that for much longer!" She pointed down at where her friend's shirt rode up even further over the smooth curve of her tummy. The hidden half of her pregnant belly stretched out the thin cotton, but Sandy didn't even blink.

"Won't have to. Summer is starting in just a few more weeks, and after graduation I'm heading to get our apartment for college. A little earlier than expected but..." she smoothed her shirt down to accentuate her baby bump, "Unexpected things happen, you know...?" The slumping girl then perked up and looked over Ashley's shoulder. The corners of her lips curled and her eyes flashed with her devilish grin.

"Hehe, well, speaking of the unexpected..." Sandy pointed, and Ashley following her nearly choked. It was Derren. Amongst the pale crowd he stood out easily, swaggering through the tables in long baggy shorts and sleeveless jersey. His black arms hung loose at his sides, the same ebony arms Ashley remembered pressing her lips against at the party. Despite her anger and shock from his escape after that night, her heart leapt when his eyes met hers across the room. Without hesitation the college boy began making his way over, parting the crowd as if he was walking to the table he'd always owned.

"Oh shit, what's he doing here!?" Ashley panicked, looking around for some way to escape. But there wasn't any place to go now that he'd spotted her, and even if he hadn't her legs refused to budge. Sandy giggled and stood up. "W-wait! Where are you going?"

"I just remembered I have to pick something up at the one store..." Sandy said with a wink, pushing in her chair politely. Her face was a little flushed for some reason, though nowhere near as red as Ashley's was getting.

"Hey stop! What am I supposed to do!?" She eyed him as discretely as she could. The crowd wasn't even slowing him down, just like it hadn't at the party. When Derren wanted something, he got it. Ashley remembered that all too well...

"Just act like you did at the party. Do what's natural," Sandy said, picking up her purse and bag, "Besides, I wouldn't want to come between you two lovebirds, would I?"

"We're not lovebirds!"

"Fine -- the blackbird and his little white dove then. See ya!" Sandy whisked around and disappeared into the crowd before Ashley could even stand up. And now she was alone at the table, standing helplessly as Derren walked up as casually as he did on the dance floor.

"Lookin' fine, Ashley. Long time no see," he said. Ashley shivered from hearing that dark voice again, but forced her eyes to meet his.

"Hi. What do you want?" she said, crossing her arms.

"What's with that attitude? Ain't you glad to see me?" Derren didn't stop smiling even while acting hurt.

"No, I'm not," Ashley said. She didn't even convince herself with that, but continued despite herself, "Why didn't you show up after the party? You left my number and address, then never even said hello? What do you think I am?"

"I think you're a damn sexy white girl who got her first taste of dark meat. And liked it," Derren flashed his pearly teeth when Ashley smoothed down her short skirt, trying to hide her creamy thighs from his wandering eyes. Her thighs were rubbing together on their own.

"N-no I didn't. I was drunk and... and I didn't even want to be there."

"Really? You drunk now, Ashley? Cause you've got on the same clothes you did when I was grinding against that sweet ass on the dance floor... I bet you've got on some naughty panties under that skirt too, don't ya?"

Ashley didn't say anything. It took all she could to keep staring daggers at him, her body betraying her already. Her heart raced and skipped a beat whenever he'd take another step forward, tearing off her clothes with his hungry eyes piece by piece.

"How did you find me? What do you want now?" She asked.

"What, you think I've been following you? Ha! Girl, I got your address -- I could drop by whenever I like. I felt like going to the mall cause I just knew something interesting was going to cross my path. And here you are, girl..." He took a seat and leaned back with his arms behind his head. Even sitting down Ashley felt small next to him. He helped himself to some of Sandy's leftovers, chuckling as Ashley stayed standing on the opposite side.

"Look Derren, what we did was just a one-time thing-"

"Wasn't one time even then, girl. Admit it, you were begging for my black dick so many times you lost count. Just like a good black cock slut would."

"I'm not a slut!" Ashley said a bit too loudly, so she took her seat and moved in closer with a hushed voice, "I told you I was drunk, and when you're drunk you don't act like you normally do."

"Yeah, that's right. You're normally tryin' to hide the fact that you're made to fuck black men," he informed her like he was telling her what the weather was. A part of Ashley fumed at his arrogance, but another part quivered with delight. She wrapped her arms around herself and closed her legs tighter, trying to suppress that other side along with her pattering heart and fluttering stomach.

"Anyway," Derren continued, "I know you've been thinking of me. Your freaky friend told me you were one of those quiet girls before I got to you..." He took another bite, making sure to lick his dark lips clean with a smirk. "And look at you now, shakin' that sweet ass for all the brothers to see."

"It's... it's not like that..." Ashley meekly protested. She turned away, her ass still tingling to remind her where that boy spanked her.

"Come on now girl, don't be lyin' to yourself. You know you're wearing those black panties just for some brothers like me..." Ashley's hands jumped to her skirt again, obviously too late to hide that fact from Derren's keen eyes. "Girl, you've been thinking about how I took your little white flower since that night, haven't you?"

"... Mhmm," Ashley nodded her head, starting to give into his dark voice.

"Been thinking about my black dick pounding that sweet white pussy of yours too, huh?"

"Uh-huh..."

"Yeah girl, I bet you've been getting off thinking about getting fucked by my big nigger dick, haven't you?"

"Yes..." Ashley felt light-headed, the murmur of the milling crowds around fading away as Derren's commanding tone hypnotized her more and more. Her heart beat harder in her chest, and her knees weakened as she leaned forward in the chair.  

"That's right, ho," Derren cooed, reaching his arm under the table and lifting up her clover-green skirt, "Damn, white pussy creaming for me already, huh?" He said, running his fingers over the thin material of her dark lacy panties. She closed her thighs instinctively around his invading hand, but that just made her feel more of his ebony skin against hers. She felt her pussy quiver.

"Ugh... yeah..." she tried to whisper, but it was hard the way her heart beat in her ears and her stomach flipped inside her. His fingers pulled her panties aside slowly, getting closer to her bare pussy as the unaware mall-goers milled about, oblivious to the black fingers laying on her ivory lips.

But then, the mesmerized girl felt something wasn't right. Not with his touch, but with her stomach.

Ashley stood and stumbled back. She gripped her stomach, which lurched around her mis-matched meal. Ashley held back a gagging reflex and spun around in the already spinning room, looking for a bathroom. Luckily one was right nearby, and she rushed to it as best she could through the crowd as she clutched her middle. Derren sat coolly at the table, not saying anything and hardly even reacting as the sick girl ran off.

Ashley could only think about how strange the look was on his face before she turned away -- a faint grin on his lips as if he was expecting this all along...

The Dark Discovery

Ashley flushed the toilet, panting for breath and groaning on the ground next to it. That combination of food tasted delicious going down, but not coming back up. Her stomach rumbled, emptied totally, but Ashley didn't feel hunger. She felt ice cold and petrified as she held her belly.

"Could I be...?" She didn't want to finish that sentence, even to herself. But now so many warning signs appeared -- the tighter clothes, the weird cravings, and now the nausea. It all pointed to one and only one thing...

Mercifully the bathroom had been empty when Ashley ran in, but now the door swished open and the tell-tale clacking of heels echoed in the small gray-tiled room. Ashley knew who it was immediately.

"Ashley?" Sandy called, "Are you still in here?"

"Yeah... I'm right here..." Ashley's voice quavered.

"There you are!" She opened the stall and kneeled down beside her pale friend. "God, I was coming back and saw the table was empty, and I thought you ran off with that black guy again. But then he showed up and told me you ran off to the bathroom. What happened?"

"Got sick." Ashley groaned.

"Sick? You didn't look sick before..." Sandy tapped her chin thoughtfully, "It wouldn't surprise me if you got food poisoning, or your body just realized all that crap you were eating wasn't meant to go together..."

Ashley shook her head slowly, "No. It was all of a sudden when I was talking to Derren. You ate the food here too, so it can't be that..." Ashley shivered and looked down at herself again. At her quieting stomach.

Sandy was quiet for a moment, then drew in closer, "Do you think it might be... you know... something else?"

"I don't know," Ashley whispered back, as if her parents somehow could listen in on their conversation. "I... I've been noticing some things lately... But it can't be. I was safe. You got me that pill."

"They say they're not always 100% effective..." Sandy said gravely, "Just like condoms, you know?" Condoms. Just like the one that Ashley saw shredded and tattered at the base of Derren's cum-slick black cock the first time he came inside her. And after that...

"Oh god," Ashley moaned, clutching her belly and rocking, "Oh god..."

"Hey, hey, calm down!" Sandy gripped her friend and hugged her close, "You don't know that yet. It could be just... coincidence." Ashley stared at the floor. Sandy's pregnant belly was pressing against her side. It wasn't helping the shivering blond to stay calm.

"Yeah... Yeah, it could be just... that..." Ashley breathed hard. Trying to catch her breath after a mile run was easier than this. Sandy stroked her hand through Ashley's askew hair.

"That's right," she said, "So let's stay calm until we know for sure, okay?" Sandy reached back and pulled a little box out of her bag. She put it in front of Ashley's downturned eyes.

"Here. You'll probably need this..." Ashley stared at the tiny box, its pink and blue letters so innocent despite what it was meant to foretell.

"You have extras of those just lying around?" the stricken girl asked, not looking away from it.

"I picked up some while you were talking to Derren. I had to make sure for myself if I actually am pregnant you know." There it was, the word Ashley was dreading. Pregnant. Ashley's mind ran circles around it. Pregnant. She could be pregnant right now. Derren could have gotten her pregnant. She took the box and looked. 'Early-Sign Pregnancy Test' was spelt out in flowing pink letters across the box. It shivered in her hand.

"Thank you..." Ashley whispered, her voice hardly being heard even by herself. Her stomach flipped over and over inside her, but now it was in panic and not sickness. Sandy smiled and patted her friend.

"Don't worry Ashley," she said, "I'm sure it'll come back negative. Me on the other hand..." she patted her belly softly with a cattish grin, "I don't think I'll be so lucky, you think?"

"No, probably not," Ashley replied with the briefest faint smile before staring hard back at her pregnancy test.

Sandy laughed and stood up, helping Ashley to her feet as well. "It'll be ok, Ashley," she hugged her friend, drawing in close and holding her tight. "What are the chances of getting knocked up your first time anyway? I'm expecting good news honestly," Sandy pressed her swelling belly against Ashley as she spoke. She knew her friend was trying to calm her down, but she glanced at the box again over her friend's shoulder.

"God I hope you're right Sandy," Ashley whispered.

"I'm certain I am..." Sandy replied, chin hooked over her friend's shoulder and grinning ear-to-ear.





Ashley's Dark Awakening Ch. 02



It was quiet for a long moment as he looked at the pink words. Derren's grin faded away, and his face hardened. The cold night air slipped under Ashley's short skirt. Derren turned the test over, contemplated it one last time, and then tossed it into the nearby bushes.

"Show me," he commanded. Stunned, Ashley didn't even think as she curled her fingers under the hem of her shirt and meekly pulled. The cool night air wisped over her bared belly, and her porcelain skin glowed under the porch light. The small but apparent shadow of her baby bump cast itself onto her bright green skirt.

"I'm pregnant," Ashley said, trembling as she stared him in the eyes, "And it's yours."

Derren stares at her exposed midsection. Ashley felt a pang between her thighs as his gaze traced along the contours of her changing body. The heat of his eyes grazed over the tiny bump, his baby. A terrible anticipation gripped her as Derren's eyes fixed themselves on the evidence of their night together. Finally, his lips curled and his teeth flashed in the night. He threw his head back and laughed.

"Damn girl! I didn't believe it when I saw it, but a brother can't deny what's right in front of him!" Ashley stepped back in shock, not knowing whether to relax or to scream. "Shit, ain't you ever heard of birth control, ho?"

"It wasn't my fault!" Ashley protested, still reeling from his jovial take on it all, "I had you use a condom, and I took the morning-after pill right after you left me."

"One broken condom and a faulty pill. Girl, it's lucky you ain't got more black babies running around by now. But you've got one now, don't you?"

"B-Black!?" It hit Ashley like a thunderbolt. She was too wrapped up in discovering her pregnancy to realize it was Derren who did it -- Derren, who bent double laughing and propped himself up on either side of the doorframe with his coal-black arms. She didn't just get pregnant -- she got pregnant by him!

"No shit girl, I sure as hell ain't making any white babies," he chuckled, "You'll have a black baby like a real black cock slut!" He straightened up again, filling the doorway as his laughter subsided with a final sigh. Ashley stood back from the door petrified, fixed to the spot with her dark revelation. Derren could however, and he took the opportunity to step into her house like an honored guest.

"H-hey! I said..." Ashley's voice sounded far-away even to her own ears. If Derren heard her, he didn't care. He strolled about her living room and kitchen, inspecting her house like he already owned it.

"Got a nice place here girl," he said, "Bet your parents are rich off their white asses, huh?"

"I didn't say you could come in," The door closed behind her with the breeze.

"What? You gonna leave your baby's daddy out on the porch? That's cold, girl." Ashley shivered again. Derren still wandered, looking and commenting on the pictures and the furniture as if he'd never seen such nice things before. Ashley was too lost in her thoughts that all revolved around having a black man's baby growing inside her white belly.

But soon enough Derren stepped in front of her again. "Where's your room?" he said, or rather demanded.

"It's upstairs."

"Show me."

"Why?"

"Cause I don't fuck on the couch." Ashley bristled and narrowed her eyes.

"You still think we are having sex? Didn't you hear what I told you!?" Derren shrugged with his cocksure attitude and stared into her glaring eyes.

"Damn right, ho. Now show me your room." Ashley couldn't disobey -- it was like he'd already made the decision he would see it. But as Ashley walked up the stairs, feeling his hungry eyes roving along her ass and legs, she growled over her shoulder.

"You'll see my room, and then you'll either talk about this or get out. Understand?"

"Mmm, girl, you better believe we're gonna talk about it..." Even then his voice dripped with lust, and a small part of Ashley felt like she was walking through the mall again with all those black men checking out under her skirt. Derren certainly was right then.

Ashley mounted the last step and walked down the hall to her room. Derren followed silently, though his heat played on her back the whole way. She opened her door and walked in, not bothering to invite him since he'd already taken that liberty at the front door. He took a look around her room at all the track trophies and the tidy closet and the girlie trinkets on her shelves, but his eyes fell onto her queen-sized bed and stayed there.

"Eager for company, girl?" he asked, pointing at her large bed.

"Never," Ashley knew that was a lie. Before today she'd had guilty fantasies about Derren coming into her room, taking her like he did at the party on her own bed. How naughty it was then to think of just bringing a black boy into her home to fuck her white pussy. Now as she touched the tiny bump through her shirt, she realized just how much naughtier reality became.

Derren grunted, and turned his attention back to Ashley, "So, what's with your clothes still being on, ho?" He shut the door behind him, and the lock clicked shut.

"Derren, we're not having sex. We need to talk."

"We can talk as you show me those firm white tits, bitch."

"Derren, I'm pregnant! I'm gonna have a baby -- your baby!"

"Mmm, that's right ho... Gets you all hot and bothered, don't it?"

"What? No! I-"

"Hey!" Derren cut off Ashley's train of thought in an instant and continued, "Don't you lie again, ho! When I got in that white pussy of yours you begged me to knock you up. Give you a little black baby, you said. Well," he grabbed her shirt and yanked it up over her bra, "I gave you one, didn't I?"

Ashley didn't try to cover up. When he touched her it felt like lightning flashed through her veins. It felt good, Derren's touch, the same touch she'd been fantasizing about late at night. The touch of a black man. But her realized terror and fear kept her mind reeling, despite her body's burning desire.

"I was drunk -- I didn't know what I was saying!"

"Look at you, lying to yourself now too. Face it Ashley, you were a black man's slut then, and you still are. You've been craving my black dick every night since then, and if I hadn't of come over tonight it would have been another black man somewhere else, wouldn't it? I know black cock whores when I see them, and you girl are a natural-born slut," Derren stripped off his jersey and threw it aside -- Ashley held back her breath so she wouldn't gasp like she did the first time seeing his strong ebony chest.

"And now look at you," he continued and prowled around the stunned girl, "Now the white girl trying to lie about herself is gonna be a black baby mommy. There ain't gonna be hiding it after that girl, not after you're pushing around a stroller with a black baby in it, when everyone will see what a slut you are for black dick. And that turns you on deep down, don't it?"

His voice oozed over Ashley's mind heavy and thick like intoxicating molasses. For the briefest moment as he spoke Ashley's terror shrank back. She succumbed to the mesmerizing effect he had on her, his deep black voice drawing her in like a moth to flame. For a split second she saw herself pushing that baby-blue stroller, showing everyone what kind of men she was spreading her legs for and having all those dark-skinned guys leering at her fertile white body.

For that split second, Ashley's belly fluttered and her pussy quivered. It craved dark meat, and would have it tonight.

Black Seed Sown

Derren sensed as much, and his wolfish grin widened, "Yeah, there's that look again. You're thinking about black dick, aren't you? I bet you've been craving a real fucking too, just like you were in the mall. Wasn't even a minute before your white pussy was drooling for my black dick..." He reached under her skirt again, though she didn't interrupt him this time. Ashley stiffened and held back her breath as his hot fingers played along her slit. She closed her thighs and trapped his hand against her moist panties. She couldn't tell if she was trying to stop him or encourage him.

"Damn, you're one wet slut. Thinking about me fucking you will do that to a white bitch," His coal-dark chest rubbed against her snowy flesh and his tented shorts prodded her hip. The great bulge made her tingle all over, and her eyes couldn't stop looking at it. That black cock that caused all this -- that ebony tool which made her stomach flip and heart stammer, that hard dick that fucked her all night her first time, that dark snake which was the source of all her nervous shaking and hot panting now.

"Don't hold back girl," Derren said in her ear, "Unwrap your black Daddy's present..." Slowly, Ashley's hands found his shorts. They slid down his waist easily -- so loose they threatened to fall off if it wasn't for his growing bulge beneath. She took down everything the first time, her eagerness showing in her wide eyes as she watched his onyx member slither into view. It was just as she remembered. That long veiny cock had burned its image into her mind when she saw it the first time. She didn't hesitate at to touch his imposing member now though, lifting it gently like a snake that would bite if she was too eager. It certainly drooled its dusky poison onto her slender fingers.

"That's it girl. I'd say you don't have to worry about it, but then again..." his hand came down on her belly and she stiffened again, "Looks like this black snake bites after all."

"That's not funny," Ashley said, but Derren chuckled. Despite anger rising to the fore Ashley's hand diligently stroked along his cock, her body ignoring her thoughts in favor of his dark flesh.

"Never said it was funny, girl. I say it fits you just right, being a knocked up black cock slut." A few months ago Ashley would never have endured someone calling her a slut, and no one would have called her back then one either. But now Derren proclaimed it loudly, and though her fist clenched it curled around the man's stiff prick, sliding along its hardening length in long, slow pumps.

"Fuck you," Ashley growled, "I'm not a slut..."

"Damn right you're not a slut -- You're a black man's ho, bitch. Now get your sweet white ass on that bed."

"I said we weren't going to have-"

"Ho, you can't even say that without looking at my nigger dick. I told you not to be lying, didn't I? You white sluts just can't listen, huh? So I'll say it again," He stared her in the eyes and slapped his hand down onto her ass and squeezed -- hard, "Get. On. That. Bed."

"Ahh! Y-Yes..." Ashley began to crawl onto the bed, but as she got one leg up Derren stopped her. He stole a hand under her little skirt at the first opportunity.

"Not so fast bitch. Damn, you're eager for some black dick ain't you?" He chuckled and grabbed a fistful of her delicate panties, "You won't be needin' these anymore, ho!" He peeled the wet fabric from her soaking pussy and down her thighs. She yelped but lifted her legs one at a time so he could take them off entirely. Her exposed lips felt the cool air breezing under her tiny skirt.

"Mmm, so this is what's been hiding under that skirt of yours," Derren twirled her thin black panties between his fingers. His skin nearly matched the midnight lingerie, and already his hand glimmered from her panty's wetness, "I heard white girl tastes like candy -- you heard that before Ashley?"

"No," She said, sitting on her bed and covering up with her skirt as best she could. Her shirt was still bunched up and exposing her black-lace bra to him however.

"Well I don't believe it," he said, tossing the panties aside. The light material fell like a damp towel. "I've tasted pussy before and it ain't never been sweet. But then again," he mounted the bed, like a dark wolf hunched over his prey, and pulled the petite girl by her ankles down towards his hungry mouth, "I ain't had a white girl's cunt before..." He spread her legs and flipped her skirt up before leaning down between her thighs.

"What are you~," Ashley's question dissolved into a shuddering moan as Derren's broad tongue fell on her delicate folds. In long strokes he lapped along her little slit as its inexperienced petals quivered against his lips. Ashley had always heard about guys going down on girls, but none of her boyfriends ever tried -- they didn't even mention it besides begging her to go down on them. But they were different than Derren. So much different. The girl squirmed and moaned and clamped her pale thighs against his face and curled her fingers into his black coarse hair.

"Mmm mmm mmm," Derren hummed as he plunged his tongue into her slick hole. The vibrations jolted across her clit and into her electrified lungs. She tried holding back her moans, not having wanting Derren between her legs in the first place, but she couldn't help herself with him humming against his meal like that.

"Oooooh - mmmm!" Ashley clamped her mouth shut, only to have it gape open again as he lapped deeper and kissed her pussy harder. He made sure to slurp and suck on her, to fill the room with the sounds of her white pussy being eaten out by a black man. After only a few minutes she felt her legs shivering and that tell-tale tightening warmth deep inside her belly. Half trying to push him away and half holding tight with her thighs, she fell over the edge and came.

"D-Don't stop! Don't sto -- ohhhh cumming!" Ashley came with a girlish wail, bucking up against Derren's grinning lips. He wrapped his strong ebony arms around her thighs and tamed her wild hips, gripping her taut ass firmly in either hand. At the upturned angle he quickened his motions, feasting on the spasming girl's defenseless lily as it quavered and oozed its silky nectar down his chin.

Ashley's mind went blank, lost in the motions of her flailing body and the way he held her down, dominating her white flower entirely. That feeling rode on the back of her orgasm, and her begging cries dissolved into panting moans as she finally fell back onto the bed spent.

"Damn ho, your pussy tastes fine," Derren smacked his lips as he pried her thighs from the sides of his head and opened them up again.

"Like... candy?" Ashley managed.

"Naw, your white cunt tastes better than fuckin' sweets," Derren crawled further up, the heat of his belly warming her already dripping pussy. "Looks like you enjoyed yourself, ho," Derren laughed as Ashley who, despite her best attempts, couldn't mask the stupid smile spread across her face.

"I -- well, no one ever did that to me before," Ashley said, trying to close her legs. She wouldn't have been able to the way her whole body shook, but definitely not with Derren's hands pinning her knees to the bed.

"Well then, you lost your cherry to a black man's cock and tongue now, ho!" Derren laughed again, rubbing his stomach against her hips and making Ashley jump as another jolt ran through her. She didn't stop him as his hands mashed her breasts, first through her lacy bra and then, with a swift reach and snap, directly on her tender flesh. Her tiny nipples hardened when he shucked her tight shirt off entirely, and she moaned when his rough palms and fingers rasped against every inch of her firm hills.

She tried to catch her breath while Derren licked his glistening lips. "Hmmm, your white pussy tastes so fine... I wonder if it's cause it knows there's a black baby right in here," he then ran his palm along the panting girl's belly, right over her womb where her bump was rising and falling with her labored breaths.

That snapped Ashley out of her reverie like a bubble bursting. "What is wrong with you!?" Ashley tensed and pushed his hands off, glaring at him, "You're acting like it's some joke! We're in big trouble, and you won't even talk about it seriously!"

Derren's smirk fell as he eyed her, propped over her body like a dark tent. "I am talkin' about it, ho! You think I ain't been thinking about you getting knocked up since you were begging me at the party? Heh, I've been waiting to find a real black cock slut like you to plant my nigga seed in for a long time."

"What!?" Ashley's blood froze in her veins, "You wanted to knock me up??"

"Damn straight, ho! I told you I ain't never pulling out of some hot white bitch, and you know why?" He lunged up her body and pressed his hand back onto the tiny swell of her belly, "Cause I want to knock up some pale white bitch. I want to watch a prim and proper white slut strut around, knowin' she's got a coal black baby kickin' inside her belly. I'll make her a black man's slut for life, a real ho for nigger dick, especially when her little belly grows nice and round..." He stroked and petted her belly, as if urging his black baby to grow even then.

While he spoke, staring down into Ashley's petrified eyes, the blond's body betrayed her rage and confusion. Already hot from being eaten out, Ashley's fair pussy was juicing again. She tore her eyes from his and watched his hand -- his black fingers played across her smooth white skin, a contrast that now penetrated into her very womb, to the center of her being. His African snake thickened up her inner thigh, stretching closer to her bare pussy. She'd been taught to use a condom, but as his dark length drooled so close to her sex, she realized it was too late for that...

"I... I'm not a slut..." Ashley whispered, her voice small. Why did it feel like a lie?

"Heh, you just keep sayin' that Ashley," Derren said, sawing his cockhead up between her moist folds, "Just keep sayin' that when all your shirts start showin' off your belly. Tell your freaky friend you're not a slut when she finds out I knocked you up. Show everyone what a good little white girl you are when you've got a little nigger baby on these creamy tits of yours." He mashed her breasts again, enclosing her porcelain flesh in an obsidian prison. She arched compulsively into him despite his words cutting to her core.

"Ugh... I'm not... a slut... nooo," Ashley moaned.

"Heh, alright girl. You ain't just a slut," Derren bore the head of his African member into her tight body, and Ashley bucked her lily-white hips to meet him without command. He had only stopped for effect, grinning as Ashley unwittingly proved his point -- and she knew it.

"Yeah girl, you ain't just a slut. You're a real black man's slut!" The only argument that escaped her lips was a howl as he plunged into her long awaiting pussy.

"Ah -- fuck!" the meek girl cried, "Not so hard! Not soo -- oohhh!"

"That's right ho! Take that black dick," Derren growled, ravaging the stunned girl. But she didn't just lay back. She couldn't. No, her arms wrapped around his strong back, holding on as her innocent bed rocked and creaked. Her mattress was firmer than the last bed, forcing every thrust to be borne by her shaking hips and pussy. It was better than she remembered, better than she fantasized. Derren pounded her white pussy, and her cries muffled against his dark shoulder.

"Ahhh -- mmm! Oh-oh God!"

"Like this black dick, ho?"

"Oh yes! Yes!"

"You're a nigger's bitch, ain't ya?"

"Mmmm, I'm a nigger's bitch! Fuck me hard -- Ahhh!"

"You love bein' a nigger's knocked-up ho, don't you?"

Derren stopped as Ashley fell silent again, though still mewling softly and circling her hips against him. "D-don't stop... but don't talk about-"

"Ho!" Derren rammed into her, driving his cock in like a stake as she yelped with pain and pleasure, "I talk about what I want, and I want to hear your call me your black baby Daddy, slut!"

"You're my... my..." She couldn't do it. The fear and shock of reality was just too much. When Derren fucked her it was like the first night when all there was to worry about was when she'd cum again and where he'd spray his hot spunk again. But now he reminded her what happened that night, what his long ebony weapon had planted inside her. Deep inside, where she was supposed to only ever let her future husband touch - A white husband who'd give her babies with her blue eyes and light hair when she was ready. But Derren's sperm beat him to it -- they took her family's entire European lineage and darkened it in a single night. And the result was growing in her womb just beyond her cervix where his dangerous onyx tool was grinding.




Ashley's Dark Awakening Ch. 02



"Get your ass up," he said.

"What? But I thought-"

"I said get your ass up, bitch!" Derren roared, pulling out despite how tightly her little pussy clamped onto him. Ashley moaned -- even his withdrawing cock twinged her with shivers. But daring not to anger him or worse yet be denied his magnificent cock, she obeyed. As she rolled over and rose to her knees in front of him, he struck under the fringe of her skirt.

SMACK!

"WAHHH!" Ashley wailed and nearly jumped off the bed. His black palm branded the cheek that hadn't felt an African's hand that day. The sharp pain dulled to an even throb, her ass warming in the shape of Derren's strong hand as he watched his crimson print rise on her alabaster skin.

"Ho needs to know her place," Derren said behind her, already rubbing his thick member along her wet snatch.

"I-I do. I'm your slut. Your fuck bunny," She said, fighting back a tear trying to escape her eye.

"Damn right ho," Derren continued, "But you're more than that now. You're my white breeding bitch. My black baby momma. My knocked-up black cock slut..." He drilled into her slowly with the last, as if to drive his point home. Ashley tossed her head back and groaned aloud, a ray of pleasure piercing through the clouds of shame and worry about her pregnancy.

"Ooohhh," she cooed, pushing back gingerly against him. Her sensitized ass tingled so much more when his black skin connected with hers. "Fuck me, Derren... I'm yours."

"That's right bitch," Derren grasped her skirt-clad hips while he set the hard rhythm of his thrusts, "Nothing like a white bitch learning her place, ain't that right?"

"Oh yesss," Ashley's eyes rolled back, her whole body building with every sinking thrust and tap of his dark balls against her tender clit. Her fingers dug under her unsoiled covers and gripped the sheets that her white boyfriends never touched.

"What's your place, ho?"

"Being your white bitch," Ashley groaned.

"That was your place, ho! What's it now?"

"Your..." Her stomach protested against her hesitation, as if her dark-filled womb was screaming at her to give into reality, to give into the man that impregnated her. "I'm your..."

"How about I remind you then," Derren leaned over and pressed his ebony chest along her sweat-beaded back. He slid his fingers down her sides, under the curve of her hips, and planted his hands firmly on either side of her stomach, feeling the little ivory bump he'd made with his black seed. Ashley tensed again, but he thrust in at just the same time, stretching out her tightened pussy and forcing her to take him.

"Agh! Mmm..." Ashley gave in, letting her baby's Daddy feel his handiwork without resistance anymore. His black lips kissed her neck, and like a lover trailed his way to her ears even as he plowed her Caucasian pussy like an African savage.

"That's my baby, isn't it?" The bed rocked harder.

"Yes... It's -- ah! -- your baby Derren..." The pleased girl moaned.

"My black baby," he growled, sinking in deeper than ever.

"Ooooh, your black baby," Ashley's pussy started to quiver and juices dripped down his shaft.

"You're my white fuck bunny, aren't you?" He stroked her belly and electrified Ashley's pussy.

"God yes Derren! I'm your little fuck bunny! I'm your white bitch!"

"My pregnant black cock slut. Say it!"

"Oh fuck!" Ashley gave in completely as her apprehension was consumed in instinct's desire, "Breed me, Derren! I'm your pregnant slut - Ahhh!" Derren pumped her faster, bringing her right to the brink. Her pussy gripped his black snake, her white petals clamping onto the African spear that conquered her pale womb.

"You've got a nigger's baby in your belly, Ashley," Derren growled, "You're gonna have a black baby, ho!"

"YES!" Ashley cried, "I'm gonna have your baby! I'm gonna be a Mommy! I'm gonna, gonna -- cummmm!!" Her whole body convulsed as her orgasm ripped over her like a storm. Derren howled and rode her hard, pushing the screaming white girl down onto the bed, fucking her shaking white body as a conqueror claims the defeated.

"Give me your black baby!" The pleasure-blind girl wailed, "Make me a black baby's Mommy!" Derren grunted and gripped her waist. With a savage roar he shot his potent black load deep inside her already pregnant cunt. Black seed lashed against the mouth of her filled womb in thick ropes, and forced the already orgasmic girl to cum even harder. The whirlwind of terror and ecstasy drove her mad, her mind flashing to images of his midnight seed filling her fertile womb, her once snowy egg turned black as pitch, the feeling of her Caucasian belly stretching with an African baby, and seeing the end of her pure bloodline kicking inside her taut belly.

Ashley accepted it fully now -- her fear and anxiety now yielded to the most bitter and potent pleasure. Derren never stopped thrusting, even while firing his fresh jets of sperm against her pink walls. He pumped and churned his seed to froth and gush out of Ashley's pink cunt, to spill onto her broken-in bed. And Ashley didn't stop thrusting back, one orgasm rolling into the next till she screamed with the sounds of black skin slapping hers and white flesh being filled with squelching spunk.

Just like that night those few months ago, Ashley realized how right this was. To take Derren's bare cock inside her pale pussy, to give herself over to this wild African man, and now to bear the fruits of his black seed sown in her white belly -- Ashley opened her pleasure-hazed eyes in that moment and knew that this was right. Before she'd been blind to whom she was. She deluded herself with boys of her own race, her own color, thinking they would satisfy her completely. But now she knew what kind of man she was made for. And he was black.

Derren grunted and pulled out, lying on top of the spent girl and groaning like a satisfied lion against her matted blond hair. His thick seed dribbled out of her well-fucked pussy and stained her bed forever with its exotic musk. He petted his prize, and the quivering girl tried to catch her breath while the aftershocks of her orgasm racked her body.

"Damn..." Derren sighed, "Girl, you are one sexy bitch." Ashley laughed softly, reaching back and running her shaking hands along his glistening flanks.

"Mmmm, all thanks to my black baby's Daddy..." She purred.

"Oh yeah?" Derren's cock stirred against her still-stinging ass. The slick black snake soothed the soreness from her well-spanked rump and made her tingle all over. "Say it now then."

Ashley turned over under his black body, wrapping her slender arms around his sleek black shoulders and rubbed her smooth thighs along his slack member. Her blue eyes narrowed with a sexy grin, and she whispered huskily up to him.

"I'm your white breeding bitch... Your pregnant black cock slut," She said, stroking his member back to life. Derren chuckled deep in his chest -- she felt it against her full breasts, and his ebony tool hardened in an instant between her legs.

"Oooo, damn girl. Keep sayin' things like that and I'll plant another one in that white belly."

"God, I hope you do with this big black cock," Ashley groaned, stroking her little hands along his dark length and rubbing it along the swell of her belly, "Breed your fuck bunny again. Knock this white girl up just like you did at the party!"

"Ha! Get that dirty white mouth all on my nigga dick, bitch!" Ashley gladly accepted, eagerly crawling down and enveloping his obsidian member with her soft pink lips. The taste of his cum mingled with hers made her moan and finger herself, and his dark groans urged her tongue to clean his dangerous African spear from tip to base.

Ashley wondered how long he'd stay this time, if his black baby in her white belly would be enough to keep him nearby. Something told her he'd disappear in the morning just like before, but in that moment she simply relished the taste of his baby-making seed. Nothing else mattered except him fucking her again, calling her his little white breeding bitch and trying to knock up her already impregnated Caucasian womb.

"That's right, suck that nigga dick you pregnant ho... Show your baby Daddy what a black cock slut you are." Ashley grinned as she fingered the still-warm spunk drooling out of her stretched pussy. Her little belly grew hot in response - Her pale pregnant belly, carrying his sprouting African seed...

Ashley stared dreamily up from tasting and licking every inch of his ebony rod with her baby-blue eyes. His dick jutted out her cheek, already hard enough to take her pretty pussy again. Derren grunted and pushed Ashley back, wasting no time mounting her and sinking deep into her milk-white pussy and thrusting away. Ashley moaned lavishly and wrapped her dainty legs around his obsidian waist. His pounding threatened to destroy her once innocent bed beneath her bucking hips. And she loved it.

She didn't know what she would do after she told Sandy the news, or how she would deal with her pregnancy in the coming months. But now she only cared about how deep he would thrust and when his black cum would erupt inside her again. Not knowing if Derren would even stick around or what to do with a black baby on the way, Ashley couldn't know how the future was going to turn out. There was only one last thought before she succumbed to another screaming climax however:

Her future promised to be very dark indeed.



Ashley's Dark Awakening Ch. 03



The Morning After

"Hi Sandy..." Ashley breathed hoarsely into her phone.

"Ashley! What took you so long? You sound like you've been running for hours. What happened?"

"Well..." Ashley had passed out sometime between the third and fourth time Derren took her that night. Only when she awoke did she remember to call Sandy about the pregnancy test. The still-gasping girl gathered up her scattered pillows and propped herself up. Cradling the phone with her shoulder, she half-covered herself with her strung-out sheets before responding, "Derren came over."

"Ooooo," Sandy cooed, "So he really did know where you lived, huh? Good thing your parents and sister weren't home. He fucked you, didn't he?"

"Yes," Ashley fell back into her pillows. His cum marked her cold-hardened nipples as more dried on her belly where his thick dick had slapped against her taut belly. But far more cum oozed out between her legs - potent African spunk that stained her innocent bedsheets. Ashley rubbed her thighs together to slide it around her pussy lips. "God yes..."

Sandy laughed in the moaning girl's ear, "God Ashley! Did he use a condom this time at least?"

"Nooo," her eyes didn't open. She could still see his dark cock spurting all over her belly, and quivered when she remembered how hotly it shot inside her.

"That's going to get you in trouble, Ashley. Keep that up and you'll be pushing a stroller soon..." That paralyzing jolt flashed through Ashley again -- less strongly than the first time, but enough to snap the girl out of daydreaming.

"Sandy, I'm... I'm already in trouble."

"What? What do you mean?"

"It... I'm... I'm pregnant, Sandy." A cold grip seized her insides, but another feeling simmered faintly deep down in her belly. Remnants of Derren's visit last night. The phone went quiet, just some shuffling sounds in the background, before Sandy replied.

"Hey, Ashley... It's going to be okay..."

"How? How can it be okay!?" The room lurched as Ashley began to truly think about her predicament since getting the results, "I never wanted to have sex before I got married, and now I'm pregnant from a guy I hardly even know! My parents think I'm a virgin. My sister looks up to me. What am I supposed to tell them when they start to see? That I got pregnant by a stranger at a party? Oh god, and what will they think when they find out it's Derren's baby!" Her family's horrified faces flashed before her eyes. A baby out of marriage was bad enough, but she was a good girl. And good girls didn't have black babies.

"Ashley -- Ashley calm down," Sandy cut through Ashley's terrified imagination, stopping her from passing out again, "Your Mom and Dad won't have to know about it, and neither does Dawn."

"H-how?" Ashley croaked. Her shaking fingers touched at her belly. Hardly round, but definitely getting there. A tight knot, planted there by Derren hardly two months ago. It wouldn't be long it would bulge her tight shirts. Ashley wasn't able to lie to her family like Sandy could.

"That black guy must have really fucked you hard to make you forget about college already."

"College? I can't go to college like this. Not with... this..." Ashley stared at her obvious tummy. How she could have not noticed her pregnancy by this point...

"Oh yes you can..." Ashley heard Sandy's smile, "In fact, it'll be the way you'll spare dear Mommy and Daddy, and still be the good Big Sis to Dawn."

Sandy told her plan, and after a few minutes Ashley understood. They'd planned on heading to college together after the summer, but Sandy could bump the date up to just after graduation -- right before they wouldn't be able to hide themselves anymore. If all went well, her family would never even know she had a baby, let alone one a black one. Ashley's room stopped spinning and she could breathe a little easier -- still gasping, but it was a start. After an hour of planning, Ashley sank down into her pillows again.

"Sandy, you've saved me," Ashley said over Sandy's phone speaker, "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Ohhhh, don't mention it..." Sandy replied. Her fingers dripped with cum. She had been fingering herself ever since Ashley confessed what Sandy had hoped she'd say. Pregnant. Just like her -- the naughty girl. And Sandy made her like that. "We'll get through this..." Sandy tried to sound concerned, sincere even, as she bit her lip and rubbed her humming clit harder. She had work to do. Dark work. And the thought of her best friend as a slut for black men...

"After all," Sandy moaned, "That's what friends are for, right?"

The Secret Plan

When her parents came home a few days later, Ashley told them she wanted to move out to college with Sandy just after graduation. Her parents had always let Ashley have that freedom to choose her own way, and despite her mother's shimmering eyes and her dad's furrowed brow, they agreed to let their eldest daughter go. Somehow Ashley kept her composure, even feigned excitement by eagerly hugging them and prancing away. But the long shower afterwards could only wash away her tears, not her guilt.

"It wasn't a lie..." Ashley sniffed as the hot spray rained down her back, "I want to go... Don't I? No... not like this..." She bowed her head, letting her long dirty-blond hair drape down to hide her face from the steam. Tentatively she touched her belly, wishing to discover it was all a bad dream, that she still was her parent's innocent daughter.

But her firming belly bump revealed otherwise. Its slight curve was hardly noticeable thanks to her track training regimen that kept her fit and toned, but it had only been a handful of weeks. She already felt relief when she slipped off her too-tight shirt and noticed the pulsing water trickling slower over her growing midsection. The nausea gripped her and forced her to the bathroom when she awoke that morning. Morning sickness, something her mother struggled with when she got pregnant with her. Now Ashley had it too, not because of marriage or love, but because she went bareback at a party with a stranger. A black stranger.

The warm water beat down between her shoulder blades as she slumped against the shower wall. It felt like a betrayal -- not just her keeping it from her family, but also that the baby was... Derren's. Ashley shivered. That same twinge of excitement and ember of lust that roared last night still cut through the anxiety and guilt like a hot knife. Like when he strolled into her house and straight into her bedroom; when his powerful black hands held her down while her whole body bucked against him; The dull impact as he bottomed out inside her and how tightly her pussy clung to his black shaft; And when he took her from behind and held her little bump, grunting in her ear...

"F-fuck!" She cried and bent double as she came. Ashley realized she had been touching herself as last night played out in her mind. She slid her fingers out-- sticky, covered in slime. "Still in me," Ashley moaned and peered at Derren's thick, clinging cum.

"His cum... his baby... still inside me..." Despite having falling so far from grace in her eyes, she brought each and every cum-slick finger to her lips and sucked them clean...

Graduation came just two weeks after that. For once in her life, Ashley gladly wore a gown. The loose fabric hid all as she stepped on stage, and did more than enough to hide her developing womb. What was hardly the size of a tennis ball now rivaled a large orange, and her black fruit had hardly begun growing. Though her t-shirts no longer reached the hem of her tightening pants, the draping gown hid that from her beaming parents and the flashing cameras. Ashley smiled as she glided across the stage, hunching just so and accepting her diploma in a trembling hand.

Sandy didn't try to hide herself at all. She knew her sterling reputation made that little bulge in the silky fabric just the trick of a misfitted gown. No way this scholastic star would actually be slutty enough to get knocked up, even when that wide-grinning girl took her diploma with one hand stroking her tummy.

Ashley watched her friend. The way Sandy seemed not to care and even flaunt her pregnancy stuck fast in Ashley's mind. Like envy almost. Back at home, the blond stared blankly at her half-filled suitcase.

"Hey, almost done packing sweetie?" Ashley's mother peaked around the doorframe. Ashley jumped and looked over her shoulder, instinctively keeping her back facing her mom.

"Yeah, almost done Mom," Ashley replied.

"Honey, have you been alright lately?" Ashley's spine froze as her mother gingerly stepped into her room, "You're father and I have been noticing that you've been a little... quiet lately."

"Huh? Oh, sorry Mom. I, uh... I've just been busy with college plans, that's all."

"Are you sure? It doesn't seem like school has been on your mind. You've never worried this much about school before." Ashley stiffly folded her thin shirts. Her mother was terribly perceptive, and Ashley wasn't a good liar.

"Mom, I'm okay. It's just..." Ashley stopped. She dropped the shirt into the suitcase and touched her sweatshirt. "I'd just have to do this," she thought, seeing herself turning and lifting her shirt just over her tummy. "That's all it would take, and Mom would know..."

Half her body started to twist, the other held fast. She'd never hidden something so important like this before, and she'd always been able to talk to her Mom about her boyfriends, even what they did in their cars. In her late thirties, Lynn Anders was old enough to know all the tricks, and young enough to enjoy them all. "Should I tell her...?"

"What is it honey?" Lynn walked to her daughter's side. Her normally bright eyes searched for her daughter's. Slowly Ashley turned to her mother, her fingers firmly clenching her shirt.

"Mom, I'm..."

Ashley's phone rang twice. She grabbed it in a flash -- a text from Sandy.

"Ashley?"

"Um, sorry, hold on a second Mom..." Ashley read the text away from her mother's eyes:





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"Come on, I'm going to be wearing the same, and look at this!" Sandy turned and ran her hands over her generous lump. Ashley knew she wasn't much further along than her, but her belly so much rounder than hers. "The boys will fall over themselves for our cute bellies."

"I don't want boys falling over me."

"Oh, that's right, my mistake -- you're only into black boys now. I see..." Sandy hummed innocently, letting Ashley scowl at the jab.

"That's not true. I like cute boys, and hot guys, and..."

"If they're black you mean. Give me an example otherwise." Ashley stood, trying to find one. Her list was long before, but in the last few months they all had disappeared. All that was left was...

"Well... Derren is really hot..."

"He's also very black, Ashley."

"Doesn't mean he can't be a hot guy though!" Ashley retorted. "Why am I trying so hard?" she began to think.

"Yeah, but he's hot to you because he's black. African. Negro... Face it Ashley, you've got the hots for dark-skinned guys. Just say it." Sandy turned her hawkish eyes on Ashley, "Say it."

"I... Okay, I... I like Derren because-"

"No no no! It's not just Derren!" Sandy sweeped her arms out, "All black guys the past few months have caught your eye. I've noticed alright! I saw your face when that one slapped your ass in the mall. Remember?"

Ashley did. That grinning bastard landed his palm so hard on her rump that it stung the rest of the day. "That fucker," Ashley thought. But even then that cocky strut amongst his friends made her stomach twinge and her sex warm. Especially when she felt his dark hand on her white ass, like he owned it...

"Well?" Sandy said.

"Fine! I'm into black guys, alright? But I can like white guys still. I just..."

"You just don't right now..." Sandy offered, with a knowing glint in her eyes.

"Y-yeah... But Derren isn't here, so there isn't a problem. I'm not a slut spreading my legs for any black guy who comes along. You know me too well for that, Sandy... Sandy?" Ashley found her friend rummaging through the strewn-about clothes, bare ass high in the air as she delved deep. "Sandy!"

"What? Yeah yeah, you're not a slut Ashley. I mean, obviously." Sandy glanced over her shoulder, hair hiding half her face, "Why ask, Ashley?" she said slowly, "Don't you believe it yourself...?"

Ashley opened her mouth, then closed it. The comment struck deep, and immediately Ashley heard herself screaming again:





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Not bothering to test her pussy first, he slapped his turgid member right down onto her bikini-clad sex, rubbing his shaft along her satin-covered slit. Ashley's back arched uncontrollably, and she let out a long pent-up moan.

"Oooooooh, mmmmm..." Her deepest feminine instincts began to take over.

"Damn bitch, dis cunt be juicin' fo' my black snake," he gloated, showing Ashley the strings of her cum already clinging between his shaft and her yellow bikini. He sawed her until she couldn't take it anymore.

"Please..." Ashley groaned.

"What's dat, ho? Beggin' already? Yo' really are a black man's slut!"

"Shut up and fuck me, you black fucker!" Ashley spat, an alley cat in heat. Jayson, challenged outright by this sexy white girl, almost tore the frail satin from her mound. Bunching it up to the side and too impatient to untie the strings, he plunged in without waiting for Ashley to guide him in.

"AHH!" Ashley wailed, grabbing his waist with both hands, eyes fixed on his disappearing black member, "Not so -- so faahhhh!"

"Take my black dick, ya white bitch," Jayson grunted, ignoring Ashley's quavering pleas. Her arms felt like toothpicks holding against his onyx muscles as they worked to drive his bare dick to the hilt inside her. The shock and pain gave way to her craving, and within a minute Ashley was gripping and bucking back against her new lover.

"You like dis nigga dick, ho?"

"Fuck you -- ohhhh!"

"What's that, ho!?"

"God, I love your nigger dick!" His ebony spear pounded her into the stone, making her take it all. Ashley's pale pussy spasmed, her tight pink lips refusing to give his shaft up, clinging to his dark-chocolate pole every time he pulled out. Slamming her fertile hips into the rock built onto her impending orgasm, and he was fucking her faster still.

"Scream fo' me, cracka bitch. Tell my crew I bagged your fine white ass!" Ashley moaned, mouth hanging open as her eyes rolled back. "Bitch!" Jayson slapped her already sore ass, drawing her back from the edge for just a moment.

"I'm soo close, Jayson. Fuck me! Make this white bitch cummmm!" Ashley started arching again, shivering as her pussy hummed with energy, tension, just moments from unleashing. And right then Jayson sunk in deep and grabbed her throat -- tight.

"Ho! Yo' scream fo' my brotha's, yo' hear? Scream, bitch!" Ashley took haggard breaths, fear lancing through her whole body as she struggled to breathe.

"I -- I can't! Others," she strained to breathe, "will hear!"

"Damn right dey will," Jayson rammed deep inside her and drove her soft ass into the rock, "Make. Them. Hear. Bitch!"

Ashley couldn't stop -- it was too much. Without answering him her hips bucked, impaling herself to the root of his ebony cock, and came while muffling her wail with her arm.

"MMMM!!" Ashley bit her arm so hard she broke the skin, fighting every fiber of her being to scream out. Even as her body gave into the flood, sinking beneath the torrid waves churned by her undulating belly and gushing pussy, she couldn't let others know she was being fucked by a strange frat boy, and a black one at that. Derren was different, Ashley thought, but could she scream for Jayson like that?

Jayson wasn't gentle to her quaking pussy, pounding her sensitive folds that milked around his long shaft. Ashley clenched her thighs to push him out, but couldn't. Moaning and pushing her dainty hands against his dark chest she begged him to stop. He slammed into her over fucked pussy, making Ashley scream out and dig her nails into his arms.

"Yeah, now dat's a scream, bitch." He growled, "When I say scream, yo' scream for me, ho!" Ashley tried to catch her breath from her second frantic, powerful orgasm. The cold rock hardly helped to cool her down under his hot black skin.

"My roommate..." Ashley started, but it didn't make sense. Sandy heard her begging Derren to fill her at the first party. And at her house she'd screamed for Derren's black baby-making cum without reservation. What stopped her now?

"I-I can't... Derren..." She managed, finally.

"Yo' still goin' on 'bout dat nigger," Jayson leaned dangerously over his white prey, "Well, I don't see dat brotha here, fuckin' you," A hard stroke, right to the doors to her womb.

"Mmmaaahhh, I-I'm sorry-"

"I don't see him pounding dis cunt," Two more brutal strokes.

"Ahh! Jay- MMM!" Ashley felt it rising inside her again. Another orgasm, so soon.

"I see a slut, takin' my dick, and fuckin' like a dirty nigga-lovin' ho!"

"Ahhh! Fuck me! Fuck your slut!" Ashley wailed. Derren wasn't here. Jayson was.

"Yo' my bitch?"

"I'm yours! Your black cock slut!!" So close, on this strange black cock.

"Make. Them. Hear." Jayson started full-on, pinning Ashley's whole body against the rock. Derren wasn't here, fucking her with this magnificent cock. Jayson was, and Jayson's African cock rammed into her with abandon, with animal lust. She was his, this strange man, a black man who wasn't the father of her baby. And as she gave in, her body opened like a new-blooming flower to him.

"Fuck your slut!" Ashley howled, wrapping her legs around him, "Fill me up. Breed your white bitch, Jayson! Breed me right!"

"Gonna cum, ho!"

"Cum in me!" Ashley wailed, this black beast grunting and rutting into her just like Derren did. "Seed my garden," the delirious girl said as her orgasm fast approached, "Make me your pregnant ho! Give me your black babyyy -- CUMMMING!!"

Ashley came for a third time, screaming at the top of her lungs. No doubt it carried out onto the lakeshore, letting everyone know shy little Ashley was a real black cock slut. His long black mamba shot its dark venom deep inside her clamping white pussy. Ashley tightened her pale legs over his still-pumping waist and flailed beneath his powerful body. Jayson injected his exotic sperm deep inside her already pregnant pussy, but wailing Ashley believed in those blissful moments this black bastard was impregnating her fertile white cunt.

"Damn ho, no wonder yo' knocked up," Jayson drew out his softening member from its still-creaming white sheath. Ashley panted, a sheen of sweat blanketing her whole body.

"Knocked up black..." she moaned. Jayson's cum was so hot and drooled down her thighs faster than Derren's. It made her miss the thick sloshing deep inside her fluttering pussy. She had to have more. She rubbed her messy pussy, slipping her lithe fingers in and tempting Jayson's shrinking member with her other hand.

"Yo' some crazy cracka bitch," Jayson said, grinning down at the pale nymph, "I knew yo' fine ass was a sweet fuck, white sugar."

"It still is, frat boy," Ashley said, staring him in the eyes as she licked the cum from her fingers. Jayson's cum -- another black man's cum. So much like Derren's, but wonderfully different. "I'm such a slut," Ashley thought darkly as she sucked his sperm from her fingers.

"Bitch, yo' still want dis nigga dick, don't ya?"

"God yes," Ashley breathed, stroking his slimy cock back to life, "I need it so badly..." Even those few weeks without Derren haunted her, and though Jayson didn't fuck and own her like he did, he still could fuck. He still was black.

"Ho, back dat sweet ass up!" Ashley rolled and offered her heart-shaped ass to him, without hesitation this time. "Mmmm, I 'member feelin' dis way back at dat mall," This time he tugged her bikini's strings, unveiling Ashley's firm rear to his ravenous gaze.

"Me too," Ashley said, breathlessly.

"Bitch got wet jus' from gettin' spanked by a brotha."

"How did you know?"

"Dey always do," Jayson replied, grinning as his slapped his long ebony tool onto her tailbone and sawed between her firm cheeks. Ashley had never felt warm cum slickening her ass before. She would have loved it if her pussy wasn't aching to be bred again. Ashley nuzzled her dripping white sex against his turgid shaft.

"Mmmm, take me Jayson. Make me your white breeding bitch..."

"Yo' already got's one, ho," He said, rubbing her now-apparent baby bump. She could feel Derren's black baby growing inside her white womb. She tossed her golden hair over her back and looked over her shoulder.

"Give me another," Ashley purred, "Make another black baby inside me."

"Crazy ho," Jayson wasn't laughing -- he was breathing hard. And his cock hardened more, steely from Ashley's perfect ass and sultry words. After lining up with her fertilized hole, he filled the woods with her passionate shrieks again as he drove his African spear into her wanting Caucasian pussy.

Discovery

The partiers milled and frolicked about back on the beach as Sandy managed to walk out onto the patio. She breathed in and stretched, licking her lips and shuffling her thighs around the creamy mess left between them.

"Good boys," Sandy hummed to herself, "Too bad they fell asleep right after. Now where are my special guests..." Sauntering to the railing she scanned the dim beach and found them.

"Frat boy's boyfriends," Sandy said, looking at the three holding beers, "My my, what action they're getting tonight... Thought that would have been more dramatic..." The three loads swimming in her pregnant pussy was cooling fast, but she squinted at the trio again.

"Where's leader boy?"

And as if in answer, a howl rose from the woods. A high, desperate, lusty howl -- and definitely not a wolf's.

"But a bitch in heat is close enough!" Sandy's heart raced. Could her Ashley be that much of a slut already? The horny girl dashed down onto the beach and towards the woods as tipsy onlookers tried to find where that strange wailing sound was coming from.

Sandy found the source easily enough. She peeked around a tree to see Ashley perched on a flat boulder, the leader boy behind her naked body and slamming against her taut ass. They were speaking too -- no, not so much speaking as yelling and screaming at one another.

"Like dat, ho?"

"Oh fuck!"

"I said 'Like dat, ho'!?" The smack he gave her ass echoed through the woods along with that familiar howl from Ashley's throat.

"AHHHH!! Yes! Yesss!"

"Like it rough, don't ya bitch?"

"Nooo, I like it from nigger cock."

"Yo' my cracka breedin' ho?"

"I'm your black cock SLUT!! I'm cummm -- AHHHHH!!" Ashley threw her head back and wailed skyward as he pulled her golden locks, cumming so hard on his pistoning black cock that Sandy could see her friend's whole body tremor and shake.

"Oh my god..." Sandy couldn't believe it. She'd never seen Ashley acting like such a wonton slut before -- to think this was how she got with black men... And now not just with one.

"Any black guy must do, huh Ashley?" Sandy moaned to herself, watching the dark man lift Ashley back and tore her yellow top down to her belly.

"I did this to her, didn't I?" Sandy felt her own pussy, now drenched with cum and juices. "I made my best friend a slut..." It was good Ashley and her black buck fucked so loud -- it stifled the sounds of her fingers furiously pumping away inside her gushing pussy.

The moonlight reflected off Ashley like snow, and like an eclipse the black man's hands ran down her slender frame, falling over her friend's tell-tale bump. "Bet she told him it's black too..." Sandy moaned quietly, "A little black baby in that little white tummy..."

Her free hand stroked her own belly, feeling her own telling lie's firmness, wondering how long until she told her best friend that her's might not be black, but she was having twins. The thought of Ashley pregnant with some black guy's baby gave Sandy a few small orgasms as she watched her friend taking another load of hot spunk from her newest ebony lover.

"She went this far tonight," Sandy watched the long midnight tool sliding out of Ashley's oozing pussy. His previous load dripped thickly onto the forest floor as Ashley turned around to take his bare length into her mouth, suckling its head and licking its shaft like a starved woman.

"How far will she go...?" Sandy felt her own orgasm fast approaching as her mind reeled with new possibilities for her slutty friend. "Oh Ashley," Sandy moaned, leaning against the tree as the black-and-white pair rolled onto the dirt and began to grunt and moan anew, "You're making this too much fun for me..."

"Oooooh! Fuck me harder. Give me your black cock!" Ashley screamed again for the world to hear.

"Much, much too fun, Ashley..." And Sandy came with a shudder.



Ashley's Dark Awakening Ch. 01



"Damn," Derren hummed, looking in over Ashley's head, "That's her when she ain't been drinkin'?"

Finally, Ashley found her voice enough to speak, "S-Sandy??" The half-naked girl tossed her long brunette hair over her bare shoulder and looked around, a big grin plastered on her face, as if she was expecting her friend to come join the festivities herself.

"Hey Ashley!" she stood up and turned around, immodest of her naked apple-sized breasts standing proudly from her chest as she glided over to her friend, "I saw you dancing out there. Loosened up a bit, have you?"

"A-A bit I guess-"

"Looks like this hunk is gonna be loosening you up a bit more, am I right?" Her knowing smile widened when she glanced at Derren. Ashley's face turned bright red -- she thought she could even hear Derren's grin growing behind her. Sandy put an arm around Ashley's shoulders and excused her for a moment from the black man's steadying hand, and snuck into the small bathroom nearby.

"Going black tonight, huh?" She said.

"W-what!?" Ashley blinked, then thought a moment, "Well, I dunno... he's kinda cute..."

"I saw you dancing with him out there," Sandy said, "And your hips definitely thought he was more than 'cute'..." Ashley looked down, a silent affirmation of how hard her heart was pounding in her chest just from remembering his hardness pressing against her on the dance floor...

"Well, I know what's on your mind," Sandy continued, "Got a craving for dark meat tonight. And the only cure for it is a good hard jungle fucking."

"But I don't know -- I mean, I want to, but..."

"But he's black...?" Sandy grinned.

"Well... yeah..." That was forefront on Ashley's mind, despite her mind chiding her for thinking such racist thoughts. What would Sandy think if she had sex with him? What would her parents think about their sweet blond daughter losing her virginity to a strange black man?

"Ashley," Sandy stepped forward, and suddenly her hand was between Ashley's legs. "Mmm, just what I thought. You like it that he's black, don't you?" Ashley froze, noticing now with Sandy's fingers tracing her panties that they were wet -- soaking wet. She'd never felt so wet before, even when she was making out with Greg and his fingers rubbed her there through her jeans. But now she was nearly dripping, all from just grinding her ass against Derren. Against a black man...

"I... I think you're right. I've never felt this way before."

"Mhmm," Sandy hummed, like she had just made a successful diagnosis as she rummaged in her purse, "You're first cock is going to be a black cock, Ashley." Ashley's heart flipped. Her friend said it so matter-of-factly, and she was beginning to realize herself that it was true...

"And you're gonna like it. A lot. So take this," Sandy pulled out a little green foil wrapper. A condom. "I know you're not on the pill or anything, and if you let him he'll fill your pretty white tummy up with all his little black swimmers." The thought both terrified and electrified Ashley like nothing else.

"And Ashley, we wouldn't want you to get pregnant accidently now, would we? Especially with a black baby..." Sandy smiled again, again with that strange glint in her eyes. Ashley simply nodded -- the thought of getting pregnant was scary enough to her, let alone if someone like Derren got her that way... She took the condom with a little smile creeping around the corners of her mouth.

"Thanks Sandy, for looking out for me and everything."

"No problem! That's what friends are for," she wrapped her arms around Ashley, pressing her small bare breasts against the soft globes of her friend's. "You're going to remember this night forever!" Sandy whispered in her ear, quivering with her own excitement. Ashley was quivering too.

The two girls quietly squealed their delight, and cut off their embraces before heading back out. Ashley snuck the condom into the side of her panties and ran her hand to the front. She was amazed how much more moist she had become just from their conversation.

Derren was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and trying not to look at the two guys who were swaying awkwardly in the middle of the room, pants still around their ankles and boxers sadly deflated - though they didn't seem phased much at all.

"Well!" Sandy said, pushing her hair back and showing off her pert tits to Derren, "I'll leave you to accompany my friend here, and you better make sure she enjoys every last minute of it!"

"Don't you worry miss," Derren smirked and wrapped his strong dark arm around Ashley's shoulders, "I'll be keepin' this girl's sweet ass entertained all night long." Ashley shivered again and rubbed her thighs together.

"You better," Sandy smiled, and turned back toward her own fun of the night. "Oh good - right where I left you two... Shall we continue?" They both nodded with stupid grins on their faces as she sauntered back to them, dropping her skirt as the door closed behind.

Derren let out a low whistle. "Damn girl, you as freaky as that chick?"

"Mmm, I could be," Ashley looked up at him and traced her hand up his chest as aptly as she could, "Wanna find out...?"

"Hell yeah! I'll be finding out all 'bout you, girl." He pulled her close, and she pressed herself against his side, rubbing her hand up and down his thigh. As he led her further down the hall, she felt more tingly than she had been all night. The condom rubbed against her hips with every step, reminding her of what was in store for her: Sex, with a black man. Never had she thought it would be this way the first time.

Or how much she craved it now.

On A Hot, Black Night

They found a room at the end of the hall, the door wide open as if inviting them in. They saw it was a bedroom, the wooden cabin walls lit with soft yellowy lights and the four-post bed covered in red silky sheets beside a large cracked-open window overlooking the dark mountains. Ashley took in the splendor of the room as she heard Derren close the door behind her.

"Now," Derren grabbed her shoulders and turned her round to face him, "Let's have ourselves some real fun." He pulled Ashley in and kissed her full on the lips. Ashley's eyes began wide open, but as soon as his tongue ran across hers they rolled back and fluttered closed. His arms roved over her back, and she felt his hot body through his white t-shirt. She'd only kissed a few boys before, all white of course, so Derren's firm black lips hypnotized her, and his forceful tongue weakened her knees even more than the drinks.

"Mmm," Derren licked his lips as he looked down at the happily stunned girl, "Tastes like a sweet white girl cravin' to get some black dick." Ashley couldn't deny that, the way she shivered as he said it. She was pressing her breasts against his hard body, waiting for him to take her. He looked down at her as she tilted her big blue eyes up. "Ever seen black dick, girl?"

"N-no..." She said.

"Got one right here for ya," Derren took her petite hand and guided it to the large bulge in his pants. Ashley breathed in shakily, feeling his hardening black cock straining through his jeans. "Take it out," he commanded.

Tentatively she unbuttoned and unzipped his loose jeans. She kept her eyes trained on his bulge as she pulled his jeans down, his boxers barely holding back the black snake within. For a moment she looked up at Derren. "Go on girl. Take a look at a real man's dick." She nodded, and very gently pulled his boxers down.

The instant she did the dark tool sprung up like a bent sapling, and she stared at it with her heart pounding in her throat. She had seen Greg's cock before, when she would jack him off in his car, and Derren's wasn't nearly as thick and blocky as Greg's. Derren's was better than that. Heavy veins ran the length of his longer member, with an onyx head atop a shaft that was just as black. So black, Ashley thought, mesmerized as she took it into her little hands and felt how hard he was already.

"That's it, girl," Derren hummed, watching the little blond stroking his cock, "That's a real man's dick. Feels good, don't it?"

"Mhmm..." she nodded, loving how it was beginning to grow even more as she stroked her hands along it. It already began to drool pre cum onto her fingers in a thick, sticky trickle.

"Now how 'bout you give it a little taste?"

Ashley sunk to her knees, running her hands down Derren's sides and legs, and came face to face with his fully loaded member. His balls hung heavily beneath the turgid shaft, jumping slightly as she panted lightly on the head. First with her little tongue, then with her pink lips, she took the head of his dark cock into her virgin mouth.

"Yeah girl, suck that black dick," He moaned above her. The moment his cock touched her mouth she could taste him -- like his exotic black scent, his skin tasted so foreign, so strange, and so very good. The potent bitterness of his pre cum spread across her tentative tongue. Ashley took in more and ran her tongue along as much of his length as she could, sampling more of that flavor, a taste that only a black cock had. After a few minutes of suckling and slurping on him, he patted her golden head and groaned.

"Damn girl, you suck dick like a real ho!" Ashley looked up at him, grinning as she sunk his cock deeper into her mouth. She'd never been called a ho before, but the way he said it with his deep dark voice... It made her pussy quiver.

"Oh, you like bein' my white ho, huh?" Derren said, stripping off his shirt and throwing it aside, "Dirty slut, get your sweet white ass over there in front of the bed!" Ashley giggled as another wave of cold exhilaration shot down her belly and into her pussy. Derren sat down on the edge of the silk-covered bed as Ashley took her place before him on the animal skin rug, licking her lips clean.

"I'm here," Ashley said meekly, looking at Derren as he ran his eyes up and down her scantily-clad body. That alone was getting her even hotter -- She'd heard black guys loved checking out white women but never believed it. Now she was on the receiving end, and loved it.

"Now strip ho," he said, "and do it like a good slut should." Derren flashed an evil grin, and Ashley couldn't help but comply with his forceful orders.

Perhaps it was from the excitement she was feeling being called such dirty names, or perhaps because she was doing it for this hot dark-skinned man, but Ashley stopped quavering to stand from the drinks and any reservations she had disappeared as she began to dance for him.

First she petted herself from chest to thighs, swaying her hips to the music's beat that rumbled through the walls. She flipped up her skirt, flashing Derren a peak at her little panties -- soaked of course, and getting even more so the more she danced. He grunted approvingly and stroked his dark member, dripping with her own saliva and with pre cum spilling from its tip. Giggling and biting her finger, she turned and bent down low, giving him a full view of her young ripe ass underneath her thin-white panties. Derren whistled low, leaned back on the bed as he enjoyed this white girl's show.

That emboldened Ashley, and turning around she swayed her whole body to the music. She grabbed either side of her tight shirt and pulled it off with a flourish. The white bra with cute flowers on it soon followed, Ashley giving Derren a sexy glance as she undid the strap and let it flutter to her feet. For the first time in her life she showed a boy her breasts so openly -- and he approved by stroking his ebony tool even harder than before.

"Like them?" She purred, running her little hands over her large globes. Despite the fact that she couldn't wrap her hand completely around either of them, they were firm and shapely, jutting proudly from the girl's otherwise petite chest with small, pink nipples -- hardened by the cool air and Derren's hungry stare. Her boyfriends had to work months to get her to flash them even a peak. Now, with Derren's one command, she bared all.

"Girl, I love 'em. Best white tits I ever saw. Now show me that fine ass," he said, stroking his cock in longer, slower motions. Ashley loved watching Derren stroking his cock. For some reason she liked it more than when she watched her white boyfriends do it -- something about how he was looking at her, like he was seeing her not just as a girl, but a white girl: a predator hungry for his prey...

The alcohol still buzzed behind her every motion and thought, and she felt more alive than she had even before. She rubbed her hands down her bare belly, trimmed and toned from years of track practice, and turning around she slipped off her skirt. Left with only her tight panties on she waved her ass for him before she stepped closer, glancing between Derren's piercing brown eyes and his long African member.

"Didn't think you'd be fucked by a black guy tonight, did ya?" Derren chuckled, looking at Ashley's innocent little panties -- white like her bra, with a single red rose right above the large soaked patch from her near-constant arousal that night. 

"Uh-uh..." she moaned, wagging her pale hips this way and that dangerously close over his dark cock. "I'm a good little white girl," she said in a small voice, "I'd never show a strange man my panties. Especially if he's a big, dark negro..."

Derren really laughed at that, then grabbed her teasing hips and fingered her panties. "Girl, I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before. You aren't even gonna think about white boys when I'm done with you!" He rubbed his dark fingers along her slit with a force that made her yelp, then moan.

"Oooh god Derren..." she said, nearly forgetting the most important item in the night until he grabbed her hips, "You almost made me forget..." she reached into her panties along the side and pulled out the green-wrapped condom. Derren's lusty eyes simply glanced at it as his face fell.

"I hate condoms," he said simply, as if that settled the matter.

"You gotta wear one though," Ashley said, handing him the only barrier that would be between her tender white pussy and his raging black cock, "I'm not on the pill, and I can't get pregnant by you..."

"What? You a racist ho? You scared I'd give you a nigga baby?" Derren scowled at the condom. No doubt he thought he'd have bare lily-white pussy tonight.

"N-no... I just don't want to have any baby right now..." Again, the idea of having a black baby sprung to mind, and the same wave of terrified excitement ran through her and down to her hot and ready pussy -- now all the stronger as she stared at the deep dark member that could give one to her. Her heart raced.

"Just put it on quickly, Derren. I want this black dick in me sooo bad!" She grabbed his cock and stroked it. The hot shaft jumped in her hand, and she looked down to see her small pale hand wrapped around his thick black snake. The contrast sent shivers down her spine.

Derren grunted and cracked open the wrapper, slipping the ultra-thin plastic over his eager member. Ashley looked at it, wondering for a moment if it could actually hold -- Derren looked so powerful, and he strained a bit to fit his cock into the condom to begin with. How thick was it? Is it supposed to stretch like that? Could it break?? But all those thoughts were pushed aside when Derren looked back up at her and, with a single swipe, tore her innocent panties down to her knees. She gasped and jumped, but didn't try to cover herself up.

"Ho, you won't be needin' those anymore. Get your white ass on the bed!" He didn't wait for her, instead he picked her up and tossed her into the middle of the king-sized bed. She squealed and squirmed as he got on top of her, a mock struggle of a pure white girl against a rough black man, but she quieted as she felt his ominous hardness stroking along her slit.

Ashley turned her wide blue eyes up slowly from his member prodding and teasing her virgin entrance, taking in the dark body of her lover-to-be. He wasn't like the huge rappers that seemed to stand in for the image of 'black men' on TV. Instead he was muscled and toned like a runner -- not great big obnoxious knots of muscle but sinewy, compact, and strong across his frame, his chest and abs sculpted as if out of the hardest onyx. She couldn't help but run her hands up along his velvety black skin, feeling his taut abs and smooth midnight skin, as if his very blackness felt different than white skin did. Without his shirt his heavy black musk permeated the room, and she relished every breath, taking in the exciting scent that made her instincts scream, "Black!" He caged her in, the white girl fitting snuggly between his propped-up arms as he stared down at her, his strong jaw set and his piercing eyes sizing up his fair-skinned prize.

"Damn, what a fine young white girl I've caught," he grinned, stroking his cock up along her light, neatly-trimmed mound, "A real blond goin' black, and she ain't comin' back..." She moaned at his words, half fearfully and half expectantly.

"You're gonna be my first," she admitted, looking into his intense brown eyes, "You are going to take a white girl's cherry..." Speaking that made her tremble -- a spark of her normal shy self piped up behind the veils of her cloudy mind, telling her to stop before she made a mistake in giving herself up to a random guy at a party -- a black guy on top of that! But the overwhelming pleasure of his cockhead pushing into her entrance and his heavy, growling words stopped her thoughts, though not her trembling.

"Damn, ho! I'm gonna make you a real black cock slut tonight!" And he pushed into Ashley's tight pink pussy without mercy. She let out a shrill yelp and gripped his black arms as she felt her first cock enter her. It wasn't as painful as she had imagined -- a sharp twinge as his thick black rod cut through the blond's hymen like butter. But she was being stretched more than she ever had been playing with herself, and he reached so much further into her than ever before. She groaned, his cock so thick inside her virgin body.

"Oh, oh, p-please! Be gent- ahh!" Derren began to fuck her anyway. Ashley's first fucking. He wasn't being slow or cautious -- he was plowing into her tight innocent pussy, forcing her tight pink walls to accept his ebony cock all at once. Ashley felt herself stretched so tightly, like he might tear her virgin pussy apart any moment. Soon his hips were hitting hers, pounding his black skin against her sensitive pink clit again and again.

"God damn!" Derren grunted, giving Ashley a hard thrust that forced a small scream from her lips, "You're tight bitch. Your white pussy's likin' my nigga dick!"

"Oh god, oh my god!" Ashley managed, her heart skipping a beat when he said the n-word. Ashley looked down herself, between herself and the black man mounting her. She saw him sawing his midnight tool in and out of her bright-pink pussy. A black dick -- no, a nigger's dick that her white pussy clung to every time he pulled out... The dirtiness of the thought made the near-unbearable stretching more tolerable, pleasurable even.

"Fuck," Derren grunted, thrusting faster and pressing onto her soft breasts. His hard dark abs rubbed along Ashley's fair soft belly, and his oppressive weight pressed her down into the yielding bed. She wiggled her hips but couldn't move, reinforcing the fact that she wasn't able to stop this even if she wanted to.

But then, she didn't want him to stop. After a few minutes of his steady motions, the ready beat of his hips, the slow accommodation her moist pussy made for his thickness, it was beginning to feel... good. As he propped himself on his elbows and grabbed her swaying tits, Ashley arched her back and wrapped her arm around his laboring back. She moaned as he pinched her pink nipples, the stirrings of something new radiating from her belly. She felt on the verge of something she had never felt before, like something was being wound up deep inside her and was waiting to be unleashed by Derren's rough, powerful motions. The slick utter smoothness of the condom made his long thrusts easier, sliding in and out of her now at a quicker pace. Ashley knew no other kind of fucking, but her instincts craved something different. Something more. Something... raw.




Ashley's Dark Awakening Ch. 01



Derren's contorted face suddenly lifted, as if a burst of pleasure just hit him from nowhere. He looked down at Ashley with an evil grin, who opened her sky-blue eyes slowly at first, then snapping open as her delivered a hard, long stroke from her small entrance to her very depths.

"Mmm-AH!" Ashley screamed as he did it again, deeper, harder than before. And then she felt it, that unknown something that she wanted -- no, needed. Growing deep inside her, becoming more and more apparent with every hard thrust he made. Her pussy screamed for more, to bring her far past any pleasure she had ever known.

"Oh my god!" Ashley cried, "I-I'm gonna...!"

"Shit ho, gonna cum!" Derren grunted.

"Ah! N-not yet! It's so good, I-"

"Take it all, you fuckin' slut! RAGH!!" Derren ignored her plea and arched his back, exploding deep inside her with a beastly howl.

"W-wait, Nuu-ahhh..!" Ashley's languishing cry accompanied her desperately bucking hips, trying to capture that feeling again that was so close to taking her all the way. Derren's cock was buried to the hilt inside her, twitching and pulsing along its entire length. His ebony member was spurting out his hot cum into her -- Ashley was amazed that she could feel its intense warmth spreading through her belly. The condom must be extra-thin, she thought, and she reveled in the feeling as best she could despite her disappointment of being close to so much more...

"Gah, fuck ho," Derren puffed, beginning to pull out slowly, "Fuckin' back on my nigga dick like a real slut your first time. Your white cunt wouldn't let go!" He laughed as Ashley panted below him. He lifted himself off her, leaving his sweat all along her heaving chest and belly. The fullness of his cock was leaving her too, and she weakly protested, though she was hazily happy that she could still feel his warmth inside her...

"Mmm, look at you, layin' there like a lazy slut after your first black fuck," He stroked his cock over her white belly, and she felt a warm drip right below her belly button, "Bet you can't wait to get this black dick inside you again..." Ashley moaned, feeling the steady dripping onto her tummy. Then she opened her eyes and looked down with a panicked thought:

'Dripping!?'

Derren was straddling her hips, stroking his slick black cock -- with the now broken condom still around it! The tattered remains of the condom hung from his African weapon like a mutilated beast, broken into four nearly clean-cut strips from the once-solid tip. Thick pearly cum oozed from the tip of Derren's black cock, the last of the dangerous load dripping onto her flat tummy. Ashley's hand shot to her tender pussy, and immediately felt the rest of the black man's spunk drooling from her just-fucked hole.

"Oh my god!! It broke! You came in me!!" Cold shards of fear pierced through her entire body. He came in her -- a black man came in her! How much did he cum? Could she get it all out? When was her last period??

Derren laughed, and Ashley snapped out of her frantic thoughts. "Ho, you wanted me to keep going, shoulda felt the rubber pop when I was fuckin' your cunt good. You just were beggin' for more with these," He slapped the sides of her hips, the same hips that bucked hardest right before Derren came -- when the condom was breaking along his shaft.

"I-I didn't know!!" Ashley said, "It -- it just felt so, so-"

"Good? Ho likes her black cock bareback," Derren said, matter of factly, rolling off to the side to watch the alarmed girl sit up and rub her creamy pussy, as if to coax the rest of his cum from her.

"How much did you cum!?" She asked, getting up onto her knees.

"Bitch, I prolly filled your white cunt full of my nigga jizz," As soon as Ashley rose up onto her knees, she felt a huge glob of his thick cum gush out of her and ooze down her inner thigh even before her hand could catch it.

"Oh god, oh god..." Ashley panted, "There's so much...!" She felt it on her hands, Derren's thick, creamy, and no doubt potent semen sticking to her fingers. Derren just watched the scared girl bring her hand to her face, looking at the stuff that could make her an unwed mother.

"Looks like another white ho might be havin' herself a black man's baby." Ashley was petrified. She came from a fertile family, and there was a good chance she was very fertile that night herself. With that fear rooting her in place, something unexpected suddenly welled-up inside her:

Arousal.

She stared at some of the cum that could have just knocked her up -- black sperm that could become the first black baby in her whole family's history was swimming eagerly inside her pure-Caucasian womb, looking to get her pregnant. Black pregnant. The man who did it was lying next to her, a smug look of satisfaction on his face - like he wanted to knock her up all along!

And it turned her on, more than anything ever had before... nevertheless...

"I... I gotta get this out of me..." Ashley began to move towards the end of the bed, but Derren suddenly pulled her back by her quivering hips.

"Mmmm, I saw that look you just got in your pretty blue eyes..." he said, pushing her onto her back. She didn't resist him. "I've seen that look on white girls' faces before. The cute blond ones pushin' their coal-black babies in the park, givin' that look..." Ashley stared up at him, her pussy getting hot as a furnace as it mixed with her ice-cold fear.

"That's the look of a slut who's just realized she was made for black cock." He threw off the tattered condom and pinned down her arms. "And she's gonna love black dick..." He ground his cock against her pussy again, rock-hard even after inseminating her moments ago. "Gonna fuck black dick..." Ashley breathed hard as he leaned into her ear, and she felt his hot breath on her face as he slid his bare African cock into her unprotected pussy, "And gonna be bred by black dick."

He thrust into her, and she nearly orgasmed then and there. Her lily-white legs wrapped around his dark ebony truck and pulled him in all the way with a cry, "Oh god! Just fuck me, Derren!"

The difference of his bare cock amazed Ashley. The first time all she felt was pressure and stretching, the smooth surface of the condom slid easily and without much effort into her. But now, with his dark-skinned weapon unsheathed, she felt the full texture of his cock -- all the veins, the slickness, the delicious friction of skin rubbing on skin as he pushed in and out of her. Looking down, seeing this black man fucking her bare white pussy already churning with his fertile spunk, made her cry out for more.

"So good! Fuck me harder, Derren!"

"Ho!" He slapped her ass hard -- the pain like a thunderbolt in her storm of pleasure, "You ain't gonna tell me shit! You gonna beg for my nigga dick like a real black cock slut!"

"Ahh! Fuck me with that big black cock. Fuck my little white pussy!"

"Whose pussy, bitch?" Another stinging slap to her ass.

"AHH! Y-Yours! Your white slut's pussy! Ohhhh uh, uh, yessss!"

"Damn straight, ho! I own this creamy white pussy," He grabbed her sore ass and gripped tight, pulling her hips against his. Ashley bucked back -- The booze and fear and excitement all mixed into a cacophony of pleasure inside the blond girl. Derren leaned back onto his knees, pulling Ashley towards him and making her witness her own fucking.

"This is a nigger's cunt now, ain't it?" Ashley nodded, but was cut off by another harsh spank, "Speak, bitch!"

"Yes!" The simple affirmation streaked pleasure through her body, and made her scream it aloud. "Yes!! I'll fuck black co-"

Slap! "You'll fuck nigger dick, ho!"

Ashley squealed again, "I-I'll fuck nigger dick!" Derren plowed deep into her then, cementing the naughtiness of that forbidden word with the sheer pleasure of his black cock. "Ooh! Fuck this white slut with your big nigger dick!" She wailed and dug her nails into his arms before turning her lusty blue eyes onto his, "Fuck me with that bare, black cock...!"

"Slut, I cum inside my white hoes. I ain't never pulled out for no white bitch." He rammed himself into her, clapping his chocolate-brown hips against her pale white flesh. His cum churned inside her -- Ashley felt it roiling within her belly, gushing out along her pink pussy lips and leaking down her ass, and more seeping deeper into her virgin pussy as he held her hips above his.

"I love your cum -I love your hot, thick, nigger cum all inside my blond cunt," Ashley thrust her messy hips up to meet him, forcing more of his old sperm to squelch out of her tightness, making room for the new. "I'll never put another condom on this beautiful black dick. Ahhh! I'll only fuck your nigger dick bare!!"

"Ragh! You'll get knocked up, ho!" The fear no longer stabbed her -- it motivated her.

"Fucking knock me up!" She screamed, another orgasm raging throughout her entire being, "Plant your black bastard in my white belly!! AH! I'm cumming!!" Her white pussy clamped down around him again, a pale delicate lily swallowing a dark venomous snake. He held her trembling hips and continued fucking as release cascaded over her, making her yelp and moan and beg incoherently for his hard black cock and his thick black sperm.

"White bitch wants to be bred black," he said, his whole ebony body already beaded with sweat, just as Ashley's was, "You want a nigga baby in that prim and proper blond belly of yours?" He patted her flat tummy with his black hand, touching the pale skin as Ashley came down from her climax.

"Yes," Ashley, still delirious from her earth-shattering orgasm, was still shaking -- her whole body was shaking as she began to rock her hips onto him again, "Breed me black..." She stared him in the eyes -- it was as if she had found her purpose in life, her destiny, in the blinding ecstasy of her climax. Ashley knew she was meant to fuck black men and always had been, as she was carried away in the wild flurry of first-time pleasures and still-powerful drink.

Derren pulled his lengthy dick from the mewling girl, which now had upon its brown-coal skin the pearly white globs of his first load and her pussy's churned cream, and flashed the horny panting girl a devilish grin.

"I'll breed your white cunt -- make you my little ghetto slut. Get your white ass up in the air, ho!" Ashley, hazy through her maelstrom of pleasure and booze, crawled to her hands and knees and presented herself to him, shaking her heart-shaped ass to the black man who snatched her virginity.

"Like it?" she purred breathlessly, her voice low like her head looking back at him, "It's only for your black dick now..."

"And that's the way I like it ho," He ran his rough hands over the smoothness of her pristine ass. In the soft light of the room it seemed almost silvery in its paleness, and was soon eclipsed by the darkness of his ebony hips. "Damn girl, I knew I was gonna end up fuckin' this white ass when you were rubbin' it all on my dick." Ashley remembered what she felt back there on the dance floor, the nervousness and excitement at being so close to a black man -- a nigger. It was tenfold that now, combining now into pure exhilaration at the prospect of his naked black cock entering her again.

"Hurry up stud," she said, pushing her soft ass against his cock, rubbing it with her already cummy pussy, "and fuck me. Get this white girl pregnant with a black baby..." She moaned and then gasped, feeling his dick cleave her slick folds and fill her with a single lunge.

She howled and arched her back, pushing back against Derren's savage rhythm. The bed creaked in protest, the red sheets becoming stained from all the cum squelching from her well-fucked pussy, and Ashley gripped the bed in her little hands as her strong dark African lover rutted into her ripe white pussy from behind.

"Yes! Fuck me! Give me your black baby!" She screamed. She didn't care if anyone heard -- she screamed it louder than the music beating behind the walls, begging for his black baby as he wound her blond hair around his fingers and rode her like a bitch in heat. She didn't care who heard as the booze saturated her reeling mind. Her body filled with the hormones she had been born to feel, the singular purpose the young blond had been living all her life to express: To be bred black.

The terror now only fueled her desire, her desperate inner protests to the bare African cock slamming deeper than ever before lit her pussy and belly afire with lust. She felt Derren bottoming out in her as he seized her baby-making hips, pulling her pure white ass back against his dark onyx cock. Her untouched womb begged for his release, and yearned for all the hot black swimmers that Sandy had warned her about. She was right after all, Ashley realized - he'd fill her with his hot black sperm if she let him, and she loved the thought.

"Want my baby, ho!?" Derren snarled, grabbing her swaying tits and mashing them into his palms in the midst of his wild rutting.

"Yes! Yes!" Ashley said.

"Another prissy white bitch gonna be swellin' with a nigga's baby," he plowed her pussy, tilling her fertile Caucasian field to accept every African seed he would be sowing inside her.

"As it should be -- OHHH!" Ashley moaned. His hard slap on her tender ass made her jump and groan with delight.

"Damn right!" He pressed himself fully against her back, his cock sinking deep and staying there with shallow, hard strokes as he grunted into her ear. "Gonna make your belly swell, ho. Gonna make you walk 'round with all your white friends carryin' a black baby in your little white belly," He stroked her hot belly, and Ashley felt her body respond immediately - A twinge deep inside her, right above her womb which his African dick was ramming against. It made the petite Caucasian girl moan louder than ever.

"Mmm-ahh!" she turned to face him, her face a mere inch from his as his dark balls slapped her light ass, "Cum in me," she breathed, "Fertilize my white garden - ahh! Plant your black seeds deep inside me. Oooh!" She pushed back harder, feeling herself pushed to the very edge -- and over as his grunting swelled to a roar.

"Give me your black cum!!" She howled through her gritted teeth, "Plant your nigger baby inside me! Breed me right!!"

She came as she kissed him full on the lips, muffling the howling moan that welled from her deepest animalistic instincts as she felt his potent African cum blast inside her for a second time that night. This time she felt every pelt, every gush, every lance of his dark seed inside her, painting the walls of her white womb with heavy, fertile spunk. He roared like a beast, claiming his mate that shook and trembled with her the acceptance of her true lot in life. Stars burst in front of her eyes as she succumbed to ecstasy.

Ashley swore she could feel it blasting into her womb, defying all those white men who had ever tried to get their chance at her pristine white body before. She denied them all -- not because they didn't try or weren't good enough, but because they weren't... right. But now, feeling Derren's pulsing black cock spewing its hot load deep inside her bare white womb, sending millions of his strong African warriors to capture to her pure Caucasian egg, it not only felt good -- It felt right!

She couldn't help but scream in the most mind-blowing and complete orgasm she had ever felt in her young life. The world had to know. The white world she had grown up in had to know she had found what was right. Her classmates, her friends, even her family -- she wanted them all to know that little innocent Ashley was being bred black tonight, by this dark African man. She was being bred black tonight, bred right, and would be ever after!

The Morning After

The morning light crested over the mountaintops far in the distance, and streamed into the open window of the bedroom where Ashley lay, tangled in the red silk sheets now forever stained by the wild fucking of the night before. They had continued throughout the night, Derren seemingly inexhaustible in his spunk, and Ashley in her desire for more. Dried semen dotted the corners of her pink lips, and rivulets of semen had hardened on each of her gently rising and falling breasts, their pink nipples hard in the cool morning air.

But of course the most drenched were her inner thighs. Ashley begged him throughout the night to breed her black, screaming for all to hear, and he obliged. She fell asleep finally with his cock still spurting one last hot load into her after countless others, and since then the former virgin's pussy had been leaking potent black sperm onto a bed that wasn't hers.

Slowly, she opened her eyes. She sat up, her hands darting to her dizzy head as she came to, blinking in the revealing morning light. The pounding music had stopped hours before, and many of the party-goers had left -- though many had stayed, like Ashley, after a night of drunken revelry and passion. But the pounding in her head hadn't left, thanks to Sandy's special drinks, and Ashley shrunk from the overly bright light, as if it was slowly illuminating what had happened to her the night before -- and what she had become.

"About time you woke up," a familiar voice said at the end of the bed. "I was going to throw water on you if you hadn't opened your eyes right then!" It was Sandy, sitting at the edge of the bed, her clothes back on from the night before but in a hasty disarray. Ashley could smell sex on her -- and then Ashley realized she probably could smell it on her too!

"S-Sandy! I-It isn't what you..." Ashley clutched at the sheets, trying to cover herself up as she looked over to her side to where Derren was the night before. But he wasn't there. Neither were any of his clothes. All he left behind were the memories of last night, and all the virile African cum still swimming inside her womb...

"What, that you got fucked last night?" Sandy grinned, "Oh, but from what I heard you weren't just getting fucked. You were getting fucked by a black guy!" Ashley's heart leap painfully into her throat. She'd heard her?? Ashley wasn't surprised, remembering with a groan how loud she was screaming last night as Derren took her so hard...

"Well? How was it??" Sandy asked excitedly, scooting forward on the bed towards her still-naked friend, "That was your first time, right? And with a black guy...!" She added with a grinning scandalous gasp.

"Yeah... Yeah, that was my first time..." Ashley said, looking down as embarrassment and shame crept over her. What about her being a good girl? She just lost her virginity to a total stranger, and he left immediately after!

Sandy was totally unphased, clapping her hands together with joy, "Oh my god, Ashley! Losing it to a black guy!? That's pretty hot!" Sandy's smile was from ear to ear, and she looked pleasantly and expectantly to Ashley.

"So?" she asked, "How was it?"

Ashley knew what she meant. All of it. She wanted to hear the whole deal, the entire experience of being wooed and touched and kissed and fucked by a man not even of her same race. She opened her mouth, and hesitated as she remembered the rougher parts of the night in a quick, hot flash...

"It was... oh my god Sandy, it was amazing...!" Sandy squealed in delight, and Ashley smiled bashfully. She might have been drunk and out of her mind, but she couldn't deny that she'd been well and truly fucked by the dark-skinned stranger, and she liked it. A lot!

"Oh my god! My guys were passed out by the time you two really started to get going!" Sandy said, "He must have been good if you were begging him so much."




Ashley's Dark Awakening Ch. 01



"Hmmm?" Ashley asked, "I was begging, really?" She was still getting used to having her eyes open, and only flashes of the previous night were coming back to her -- bits and pieces, like their grinding dance, his breath in her ear, his exotic smell...

"Oh yeah -- all night," Sandy made up a falsetto, moaning and whining like Ashley had the night before, "Oh fuck me good, Derren! Give me all your black cum! Knock my white belly up with your black baby!!"

"WHAT!?" The whole night came crashing back to Ashley in an instant -- the drinks, the dirty dancing, Sandy dropping her clothes, her own hands wrapping around Derren's black cock, the broken condom, the feeling of rightness -- and the dangerous black cum still sloshing around inside of her unprotected belly. All of it fell onto Ashley like a ton of bricks, and she panicked.

"Oh god! Sandy -- he came in me!"

"What? What about the condom?"

"It broke!!" Ashley began shaking, "He put it on, and then it broke! But -- But he came inside me before I saw, and then -- and then -"

"Whoa, slow down Ashl-"

"And then he fucked me bareback!!"

"Holy shit, really!?" Sandy's eyebrows rose to the ceiling then, hearing that from her usually shy and level-headed friend.

"I begged for him to!" Ashley was nearly in tears she was breathing so hard, "And - And he came in me so much..." She reached a hand under the sheets, and felt what he had left behind. Most of had seeped into the bed by then, but still a large glob of it coated her fingers -- still warm from being so snug deep inside her bare pussy.

Sandy stared at her friend. Slowly, her eyebrows relaxed, and a wide smile overtook her features. Her eyes softened, and that glimmer Ashley had seen earlier last night returned.

"Mmm-mmm-mmm! You've been a bad girl, Ashley..." She tutted, reaching into her little purse as she chided, "I thought you might become a wild-child, going to your first party and all, but I didn't imagine how wild!" Her hand disappeared into her purse as she casually rummaged around in it, as if she was looking for her lipstick as her friend sat shivering in terror.

"I-I know, but I-"

"Shh shh," Sandy hushed, "That's why I came along. To look out for you, remember? Ah, there it is," She pulled out a little bottle, and opening it dumped into her hand a single round pill with a small 'B' etched into it. "I thought you might get a little carried away tonight, so I brought this little baby along."

The morning after pill. Ashley sighed the biggest sigh of relief in her entire life. "Oh god... Sandy, you are a life-saver!" Sandy just smiled and watched her friend gulp down the precious pill that promised to avert the very words Ashley had been screaming the night before from coming true. As the little pill slipped down her throat, Ashley felt a wave of relief wash over her, knowing she wouldn't actually become pregnant with a black man's baby.

"Don't mention it," Sandy said slowly, watching her friend swallow the pill closely, "Like I said before -- I wouldn't want you becoming pregnant on accident..." Sandy flashed her a grin with her eyes shimmering like a cat's, and Ashley sweetly smiled back.

"Not while I'm around, anyway. Now," She stood up, tossing Ashley's discarded clothes to her, "How about you cover up those perfect boobs of yours, put on some panties, and let's get out of here before this dude's parents get back and realize you got cum all over their bed."

Ashley nodded, realizing in her relief she had dropped the sheet and was sitting buck-naked, her large perky breasts out for the whole wide view of nature to see through the window. She hastily dressed herself, but with a little smile on her face the whole time.

They walked out of the party and found their car parked where they left it remarkably, despite all the kegs and cans and passed-out denizens that littered the lawn. Ashley looked back at the cabin, thinking back on how she first approached it as an innocent, shy girl, and now had walked away dirtied by a black man's cum, but somehow feeling... great. Perhaps it was her having lost her virginity that night, and if Greg had taken it before she'd have felt this way sooner. But she felt like it was something different than just that, something special about this night. About Derren...

"Oh hey," Sandy nonchalantly passed a piece of paper to Ashley as they pulled out of the parking lot, "Your dark and handsome lover left you a note."

Ashley was shocked. She opened the small piece of paper and read,