Ashley's Dark Awakening Ch. 03

"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:

"I'm your white breeding bitch!"

"Your pregnant black cock slut!!"

She could have told herself it was the heat of the moment, that it just meant she was horny and delirious from Derren's pounding, how stretched and full he made her, the fear and terrible arousal over carrying his black baby in her pale womb... But Ashley saw it as more than just dirty talk. Those sensations that coursed through her veins, her skin, her very being - how it felt so... right... to be Derren's slut.

Ashley tried to shake the thought from her head, "No no, it was just the moment. That's it. Just the moment. I'm not a slut -- I'm not a black man's slut either. I was just in the moment. That's right... right...?" Despite her rationalizations, a part of her knew the truth was growing every day inside her.

Sandy smirked, unseen by Ashley. Her blond friend stared into a pile of clothes instead of noticing Sandy's shuffling beneath the clothes, sending the messages she'd been typing all this time. There would be a party, but she had to plan out a very special meeting for her friend. Ashley's blank stare after Sandy's 'innocent' question was enough for the devilish girl -- she sent off her message in a heartbeat:

The slut is ready for her reunion.

"Perfect..." Sandy whispered to herself, "How perfect..." Sandy's free hand crept down, tracing the contour of her naughty belly and slipped over her silky bikini to feel how wet she'd become. The phone jiggled, and the message was clear:

Ben lookin for that ho. 9 we there.

"Nine o'clock," Sandy thought, gushing a little more into her soaked bikini, "More than enough time for little Ashley to realize what a slut she really is..." The grinning girl shot a glance back at Ashley, who delicately pulled off the pink sweater. Sandy bit her knuckles to keep from moaning as she watched her friend give into temptation, the first of the night...

A Familiar Dark

Within the hour the living room filled with dozens of college students and their accompanying kegs and bottles. It wasn't long before the humming chatter popped with the opening of beer cans and trickling kegs.

Sandy walked around introducing herself as hostess and Ashley as her best friend roommate -- a title Ashley thought would have been test-driven first before proclaiming to half the college. The crowd thickened and sliding through earned them more than a few double-takes as they brushed by a guy or a quick scan by the girls.

"Hehe, and they haven't seen anything yet," Sandy giggled to Ashley, holding her arm and dragging her through the sea of people.

"I don't think it's a good idea still, Sandy. I think I'll just keep this on for the night," Ashley said, crossing her arms across her chest. The long t-shirt wouldn't show off her scanty attire, but it couldn't quite manage to cover her yellow bikini bottoms either. Better than going half-naked like Sandy planned, but she still got twincing thrills whenever someone would glance her way.

"Pfft, that's not happening. Not tonight," Sandy said, pulling her out onto the back patio. The whole deck had turned into a dance floor, the speakers thumping just outside the large windows in the cooling night air. Ashley felt the late-spring breeze sneak up her shirt, and her nipples tensed underneath her satin bikini top. They'd easily show through if she took off the shirt, she knew.

"It's cold, Sandy. I don't want to go swimming anyway..."

"The water's fine. Probably warmer than it is out here," Ashley saw that Sandy was chilled too. The evidence poked out from her bright-green top revealed by her loose robe. Her friend's breasts had been getting bigger already, and Ashley knew why. Sandy rubbed her hands across her hardening nipples and sighed, "God, these are so sensitive lately... Going to be showing off a bit more than I thought..." With that the sultry hostess climbed up onto a box, signaled the music to stop, and reined in the quieting audience.

"Hey! How's everyone's Summer Break going?" The crowd cheered as Sandy turned showgirl, outfit and all. "My friend Ashley and I are going to be Freshmen, and we wanted to show you what we're really bringing to campus this fall." Sandy untied the string shutting her robe and shrugged it off her shoulders. Her small green string bikini left hardly anything for the whistling audience to wonder about. Maybe they thought she naturally had a pouting belly like that, despite the light and toned frame it rounded from, but Ashley knew better. The audience whooped and cheered at the sexy brunette tease as she grinned and continued.

"Mmmm, like what you see, huh? Well, I'm getting all hot up here, so whoever wants to join me in the lake to cool down is welcome to. Oh yeah," she said over her shoulder, giving a sly grin as she undid the sting on the back of her top, "Clothing's optional!" The crowd whooped and stampeded off the porch and onto the lakeside beach, following the laughing brunette. Some already stripped down their shirts and pants, and then some. Sandy led the charge, losing her top along the way which Ashley, ambling behind, recovered for her excitable friend.

"Wooooo!" Sandy hopped around as buzzed college students splashed into the water and milled about the beach. Ashley handed the dainty green top back to her friend.

"You dropped this," Ashley said. The mischievous girl gave it one look and tossed it skyward.

"Ashley, its college! Time to get a little wild -- do things you wouldn't dream of doing." Sandy caught more than a few grins and stares pointed at her proudly displayed rack.

"You have gotten a little wild and have done things, and look what it got you," Ashley lightly prodded her friend's belly. It was so firm, taut with the secret seeds her friend had carefully grown under her parent's noses. Now a hundred college students had seen it. The smooth tension of her friend's tummy shocked her. Would her stomach be like that too...?

Sandy laughed and pressed forward, "Oooh yes Ashley, I got in trouble. Biiiig trouble. And from the looks of those guys over there, it's gonna get me into more pretty soon," Ashley saw the three boys staring at her friend's perky breasts and bared body. Sandy winked their way and turned back to her friend, "I get the feeling you're about to have fun yourself, naughty girl."

"Why's that? Going to make Derren pop out of your panties now?"

"If I did, you'd have to fuck him on the spot," Sandy flashed her teeth, "All I'm saying is you never know who you'll run into. College towns have lots of people, you know? Lots of strangers..." she spotted something and turned her devilish eyes back onto Ashley, "And some you'll get to know much better."

"Wha... what's that supposed to mean, Sandy?" But the girl shook her head, the dark look passing like a fluffy cloud as her waving hand dismissed the thought.

"Oh nothing, best friend. Just get ready to strip off that shirt of yours," With that, Sandy dashed off towards the group of gawking guys. Ashley reached out, but Sandy quickly lost herself along the moonlit shoreline.

Sighing, Ashley stared over the water and tugged her baggy t-shirt. "A swim would be nice," she thought, but the cotton brushing her pouting stomach convinced her otherwise. Her new classmates laughed and talked and shrieked, jumping into the water and flirted on the rocky sand. Ashley had imagined she'd be with them just months ago, but now... now she had to hide. No one could find her like this, pregnant with her dark secret. Maybe once it was all over she could go back to who she was before...

Lost in thought she didn't notice the shadowy figures approaching, stalking in on the lone girl. One stood out from the rest, and when he spoke Ashley saw his bright teeth flashing in the night.

"I told you I'd be seein' that fine ass again, girl." Ashley recognized that wolfish grin. It wasn't Derren -- it was the college frat guy from the mall!

"What are you doing here?" Ashley straightened up and glared.

"Is dat any way to treat a respectable brotha?" His mock pain passed in the flickering of a moment, "Might not have caught on dat first time, the way you be starin' all wide-eyed at my crew, but my associates and I be college brotha's."

"I already knew that, frat boy," Ashley stared daggers, not having to look up like with Derren, "And I remember how 'respectable' our first meeting was." Though standing shorter than his snickering companions, they all stood behind him. Their grinning leader cocked his head and swooned.

"Oooh, you be cuttin' me deep, girl! Frat boy, huh? I'd say we be Manly Brotha's more like it. Manlier than any white boy you know fo' sure!" His compatriots muttered "Yeah!" and "Damn straight" in low spoken voices. "And with that tight ass you be sportin' girl," He licked his lips and rubbed his hands, "Mmm, we'd be willin' to show you all 'bout dat..."

Ashley stood her ground, despite the ice growing in her belly. Sandy was off somewhere doting on college hunks while this wall of four black men trapped her in, all staring hungrily at this lone white girl in the large loose t-shirt. Despite that, Ashley clenched her fists and fixed her eyes on the boy who'd slapped her ass in the mall, whose sharp grin she never thought she'd see again.

"You and your 'Brothas' won't be showing me anything," Ashley said, turning and starting towards the dark woods, "I'm leaving now. Enjoy watching my fine ass, frat boy."

"Oh we'll be enjoyin' it, aight. Damn soon too!" The group's growling curses rose up behind her, but none came from their leader. Ashley didn't know where she'd go in the woods, but she reasoned she'd figure that out later.

But soon footsteps crunched behind her, and before getting even twenty feet past the tree line his voice caught up to her.

"Shit! Now here I was thinkin', 'Dis some sweet white thing dat's gonna take some nigga dick like a good cracka slut'," Ashley spun around to face his dark leering face as he continued approaching, "But yo' playin' hard-to-get. Ain't you, ho?"

"Harder to get than you're up for," Ashley shot back, "I'm already taken." Beneath his muscle shirt and long shorts, he didn't look like he'd lose chasing down the track star. His frat brothers had disappeared, but the college boy laughed in her face.

"What, by some bitch white boy? Girl, I'll teach you how a real man-"

"His name is Derren, and he's blacker than you," Ashley glowered, pleased that he shut his mouth for once. It didn't last long though. He chuckled deep in his chest, shaking his head and taking one step after another.

"Woooo, damn! I knew you's be gettin' some nigga dick, ho! I bet my crew yo' be a real ho first time I seen ya. Lookin' like payday already don't it, white sugar...?" He stroked himself through his loose pants. Despite herself Ashley's heart skipped when she saw the bulge of his black snake.

"I'm not your ho!" Ashley said. It twinged in her mind instantly, throwing her back to Derren. "Am I his though?" she thought, feeling her tummy without thinking. Nonetheless she shot back, "I'm not going to fuck you, so leave me alone."

"Oh, I ain't thinkin' you was gonna be the one doin' the fuckin'," He stopped right in front of her, and Ashley didn't move an inch. She didn't need to crane up like with Derren, but she felt him towering over her. "Admit it, ho," he said, "Yo' be cravin' dis black dick, ain't ya?"

"N-no! I'm..." Ashley fidgeted, trying to make her case despite shifting her eyes between his and his lengthening bulge.

"Dat's right, look at it. Yo' lookin' hungry fo' some black meat," he hummed, toying with his hidden member. "What's yo' name, white sugar?"

"It's Ashley," she stammered, "I'm not hungry or..."

"Name's Jayson. My crew call me Big Jay, but yo' ain't my crew, Ashley."

Ashley tried to resist. That attitude, treating her like she's already agreed to spread her legs for him -- she wanted to slap that smirking face. But her legs quivered as he inched closer.

"I don't want this, Jayson," Ashley said, trying to sound convincing, "Just go away... Nothing's going to happen."

"Dat ain't happenin', white sugar," he said, deliberately looking down and up her body, "An' I thinkin' you been wantin' me too. Bet yo' been thinkin' all 'bout dis wit yo' nigga!" Ashley didn't see him raise his arm until it came down, spanking her hardly-covered ass again.

"Ga-ahh!" Ashley jumped, right into him. He kept his palm on her cheek, grasping a handful of her firm flesh. "Fuck you!" the furious girl hissed. She couldn't help but breathe in his distinct scent.

"Naw bitch, I be fuckin' you," His grin widened as he squeezed, making Ashley squirm and push against his chest, "Mmmm, dat's it," he hummed, "Dis sweet white ass been in my dreams since dat mall, white sugar."

"Let go!" Ashley growled. She wouldn't give him the pleasure of her screaming, and hoped he wouldn't discover her moistening bikini.

"Oh, what dis be?" Ashley froze. His ebony fingers slid under her shirt and traced the outline of her bump.

"Nothing! I-It's nothing! Let me go!" Ashley pushed harder, but his grip forced her back against him. His evil grin spread across his lips again.

"Damn, ho! Yo' really are a brotha's slut, ain't you?" Ashley groaned low, the grim cower of defeat washing over her. It made her struggle all the harder, and with a jerk she freed herself. Back trotting, she came to a stop next to a flat boulder in the small moonlit clearing. She glared at him and rubbed her behind tenderly -- his mark would stay awhile, she knew.

"Show me," Jayson said.

Black Lust Grown

"No! Fuck you," Ashley spat back.

"Bitch, show me!" Ashley quivered -- his command struck a deep chord, the same chord that Derren would hit inside her. Ashley tried to hide herself, shielding herself with her arms, but his hot gaze penetrated her defenses, unblinking.

"... O-okay..." The dirty-blond whispered. Jayson's smug smile spread over his face as the timid girl gently lifted her protective t-shirt.

"Take it off," Jayson said, and after a pause Ashley complied. It fell away, leaving Ashley wearing Sandy's chosen outfit: Her yellow string bikini hugged her breasts tight, fighting to contain the firm globes. Below her bump only two thin strings held the small satin triangle over her modesty -- and just barely so. Without the big t-shirt to hide, Ashley felt naked already.

"God damn, baby. Turn 'round fo' me." Slowly, Ashley turned. All she wanted to do was scream at him, but every time she gave in her sex gushed. His deep hums of approval made her feel sexy. Alive. Like she was with Derren. Three-quarters of the way around, he held up his hands.

"Whoa, jus' like that baby," She stopped, and he stepped back up. She knew where he was looking. Her warming tummy fluttered as he confirmed his suspicions with his dark hands. "Shit ho, gone an' got yourself knocked up! Know who your black baby's daddy is, white sugar?"

"Of course I do -- I'm not a slut!" Jayson threw his head back and roared with laughter.

"Says the ho with a nigga's baby in her lily white belly," Nevertheless he pressed her back against the flat rock. "How many?"

"How many what?"

"How many black babies been in dis white belly?" He ran his hand over her bump. Her tummy was hot -- he made it hotter.

"T-this is my first..." Ashley said, but quickly added, "It was an accident -- I took a pill and used a condom, but..." Gushing -- she remembered how Derren's hot African cum gushed inside her that first time.

"Yo' got a brotha to wear a rubber? Damn ho, I ain't lettin' any ho put a raincoat on me. But don't look like a rubber did yo' cracka belly any good, did it?" He flashed his teeth at the blond, and petted his hand lower. She didn't stop him.

"Jus' like a white ho should be," He grinned, "Breedin' black..." His cock jabbed her upper thigh, threatening to tear his loose shorts. Ashley gasped as an icy-hot jolt ran through her. "Wantin' dis black dick real bad, ain't ya white sugar?"

"N-no..." But she was nodding. It was all the answer he needed. One black arm tugged his shorts down, and the other pulled the panting girl close.

"Say it, ho. Say yo' want dis big black dick," There wasn't anything between her thighs and his ebony member. The last of her will kept her from looking, but that was all. With thighs quivering and pussy seeping, she looked down and away.

"Ye... yes... I want it."

"Naw, ain't getting' away wit jus' that," His black fingers caught her chin and drew her gaze back to him, "Let's see them pretty eyes when ya say it right, ho."

Defiant and so horny, Ashley growled, "Give my pussy that big nigger dick." Her eyes flickered and her pussy spasmed as she said it and her knees buckled a little despite her anger.

Jayson laughed and pushed her onto the rock. The stone chilled her back, but her resolution melted when she saw him stroking his ebony weapon between her legs. She shivered. The second black cock she'd ever seen, and again it easily beat those of her white boyfriends'. Not as thick or as veiny as Derren's, he was still long. So long. Jayson's black mamba dripped its venom copiously onto her, even juicier than Derren was. And now his dick spread that scalding slime all over her bare white belly.