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:

hey stud. she's showing

The phone bleeped and 'Message Sent' covered the screen. Unable to hold back any more, Sandy hiked her leg up onto the side of the bathtub and tore aside her soaked panties.

"Mmm mm mmmm, Ashley..." she hummed to herself, "Looks like that fucker actually got you. Got you good..." Her pussy gushed around her fingers, and Sandy hardly tried to cover up the sloping squelches of her inspired pace. She imagined just how it had happened, all those wriggling sperm invading her sweet little body, finding a trusting egg just waiting patiently for some husband in the future, some bright-eyed blond boy to offer itself up to.

"Hehehe, but you didn't get him, did you Ashley?" Sandy wondered if her friend's egg was surprised to feel all those eager sperm on it so soon, or if it even knew how different they were from it. But of course her body knew. It had to, feeling that black cock stretching out her little pink pussy. Did her little egg resist, she wondered? Did it fight against those dark sperm, trying to save itself from those potent African warriors breaching its walls? Sandy rubbed her clit feverously, seeing such a struggle play out before her eyes. Or did it lust for them?

"Ohhh, you dirty girl," Sandy moaned. She saw how Ashley had been looking at boys lately, ignoring all the ones she used to find so hot. Now the only ones she blushed for, the only ones she ended up checking out herself, were the dark ones. The black boys. Her friend's egg didn't struggle at all Sandy realized -- it welcomed that black fucker's sperm, wanted it, wanted his dusky sperm to take over her white belly! And now...

"Now that little oven of yours has a little bun in it," Sandy gripped her modest breast and arched her back. "Just like me! Mmhh!" Sandy moaned through gritted teeth as her own pregnant pussy quivered and pulsed around her fingers, on the very edge of release.

"You're just baking one that's black! Oh fuck!" Sandy came hard and gushed down her thighs. She bit her lip hard to stop herself from screaming. Her arms shook, her pussy quaked, and overwhelming pleasure washed over her at the final thought of how she'd tricked her best friend into getting knocked up with a black man's baby.

Coming down from her high, Ashley called from the other room that she'd found something cute enough to get them all the boys they'd want tonight. Sandy rubbed her quieting pussy a few last times before cleaning up from her glistening cum and catching her breath. The phone buzzed softly on the counter, and she looked at the message:

where she at?

Sandy's lips curled into a devious smile. She wasn't done with her trusting friend just yet. Far from it. Licking her lips at the thought, she arranged for a little surprise meeting in the mall for sweet Ashley...

Meetings in the Mall

Once Sandy emerged from the bathroom and Ashley found an outfit that fit comfortably, the pair set off for the mall. Walking in high-heels and a short skirt along the mid-afternoon sidewalks certainly drew the stares of everyone passing by.

Just like that night at the party, their short skirts swished more than halfway up their thighs, and more than once Ashley was sure the peeping guys could see her lacy black panties underneath. She'd smooth her skirt out of instinct of course, but Sandy flaunted herself with a grin. Ashley wore a more modest t-shirt, a snug bright-green to match her skirt that hugged around her waist and breasts tighter than she remembered. But she felt good, and the looks and head-turns she got in the street soon stilled her hands. They could have their show, she thought with a smirk.

Finally arriving, the mall teemed with liveliness. high-schoolers milled about from store to store, salivating at the promise of summer vacation just a few scant weeks away, and college students walked the corridors calmly, saved from the hells of finals. But all Ashley noticed was that there were more black boys around in the mall than out on the streets, and all checking her out as she passed back. She couldn't help but glance at them too, their eyes roving down her tight shirt and loose skirt, and over her pale skin.

It reminded her of the way Derren looked at her with that hungry look, and though she bristled thinking about him, it nevertheless turned her on having that look from all these brazen men. Only the black guys stared at her like that, and Ashley liked giving them a little thrill by meeting their eyes sometimes. It made her heart jump.

"You're definitely not the Ashley I knew a few months ago," Sandy said, "Too busy looking at boys to even talk about what cute things we can get."

"No no, I'm thinking about it... Just..." Ashley caught the eye of another black guy. He wore a college fraternity sweatshirt alongside his cohort of dark-skinned brothers that followed him. They all were checking her out, especially the guy with the wolfish grin that led them...

"Right... It isn't like you're thinking about all those black boys doing naughty things to you like Derren did. That wouldn't be like you at all!"

Ashley opened her mouth to retort, but she was cut off by a loud and hard slap right to her ass. "Wahh!?" She yelped and looked around, and found the culprit flashing his teeth behind his black lips.

"Mmm, now dat ass needs a brotha like me, don't it girl?"

"W-what??" Ashley stammered. The impact had turned a few heads, but Ashley and Sandy were the only ones to stand on the spot.

"Hah! Ho be in denial 'bout our brotherly love, boys! But I'm sure we'll be seeing you and dat fine white ass 'round soon..." the college boy said, and he and his troop didn't even stopping as they sniggered past. Ashley rubbed her sore behind, staring shocked at their backs as they left.

"Did you see that!?" Ashley whipped around to her friend.

"Oh yeah!" Sandy smirked, "That was bound to happen, with you giving all those black boys googly-eyes." She crossed her arms and watched her friend try to rub away the pain. From the sound she had no doubt her friend now wore a nice outline of his palm on her taut rump.

Ashley frowned, but only a little. She nodded, learning the lesson the hard way. But as they began to talk about shops to visit, that bold spanking stuck in her mind - how hard his black hand came down on her, how bold he was to do that to a girl he'd just seen, and how it felt just like when Derren slapped her ass before sinking his dark meat into her... She resumed smoothing out her skirt again, trying to hide her quickly moistening panties.

Soon enough the girls were filling their shopping bags with new clothes. Ashley filled her bag full of things she'd never even consider wearing in public just a few months ago -- or even in private. She nodded quickly to the smiling clerk and stole away her matching pair of green-trimmed black thong and lacy bra, giddy with the prospect of trying them on later. She fingered the silky fabric thinking about how nice they'd look on her, especially with dark hands fondling her at the same time...

"You sure like black panties all of a sudden," Sandy said, putting away her own see-through purple lingerie with a sidelong glance, "Thinking the black boys will appreciate the contrast, hmmm?" She skipped along as Ashley tried in vain to defend herself. Ashley wondered how that girl knew what she was thinking all the time.

The knowing brunette danced on, swinging her full shopping bag and peeking over her shoulder at Ashley with a growing smirk on her face. Ashley had to get her back, and she found her chance as they passed the perfect storefront: Mommy's Maternity.

"Hey Sandy, you're forgetting to stop by here."

"Hmmm?" She hummed and turned on her heel. "We've already gone to the Silk Palace. Did you forget that garter belt you wanted oh-so badly?"

Ashley pointed to the storefront, "No, I just thought you'd need to get some stuff here. After all, you'll be needing it in a couple of months."

Sandy looked down at herself. It was getting pretty obvious, especially in her bare-midriff top. Her usual flat tummy curved slightly along her belly button, standing out between the lines of her pelvis. It was obviously a baby-bump. Most wouldn't have seen it, but Ashley had been watching Sandy slowly growing these past few months, and now the brunette's protruding belly confirmed her suspicions. Ashley couldn't help but smile as her snarky friend gave pause for that brief moment as she stared down at her obvious condition.

But that moment passed, and Sandy glared up through the bangs of her hair. "Well, if I'm going in to shop for baby clothes, you should be right behind me." A thrill shot down Ashley's spine like a bucket of cold water. In the flash she remembered that night with Derren, his bare black cock pulsing so hard inside her, blasting his thick fertile cum deep inside her unprotected body.

"W-what?" Ashley tried to keep her cool, "No, I wouldn't have to go in for a long time! I'm way more careful than you are, Sandy."

"Oh really? That coming from the girl who let a guy cum inside her on the first time. And a black guy at that!" Sandy leaned forward at the last part, as if hiding that fact from the sensitive ears of the mall-goers.

"That - that was an accident!" Ashley fidgeted with her skirt again, being cornered by her own offensive. "I thought the condom was still working when he... did it in me." The hot sensation of his sperm spilling down her bare thighs both terrified and aroused her beyond anything else. It still did.

"So you're saying you thought he had a condom on when he dumped his other loads on your chest, belly, and god knows how many else inside you? He didn't strike me as the kind of guy who'd carry extras, you know?" Sandy leaned against a pillar with that wide grin on her painted lips, arms crossed under her modest breasts. Ashley remembered how Derren didn't even once try for another condom... And she didn't stop him. Didn't even try to.

"It was only two more times..." Ashley mumbled, but Sandy continued her carefree analysis without a hitch.

"The way you fucked that night, I'd think even the pill I gave you had a tough time keeping up with all those little black swimmers," Sandy tossed her head back and laughed, "But that's why I am here for you, Ashley! To keep you from getting into too much trouble, you know?"

"... I know," Ashley said meekly.

"That's right." Sandy leaned off the pillar and stretched, showing off her growing belly even more to the defeated girl, "Now, I think you'd look absolutely gorgeous in that black-and-white moo-moo right there. It's even themed after your first time!"

"Yeah yeah... Happy now?" Ashley collected her bags and continued on past Mommy's Maternity, walking with head held high despite her failed jab at Sandy's pregnancy. Only Sandy could turn her own pregnancy against another, Ashley thought. Sandy just smiled and followed behind, sneaking a glance at Ashley's belly again.

"Oh yes," she said, "Yes I am quite happy..."

Eventually the pair made it to the food court, laden with things they'd bought and Sandy's incessant 'suggestions' of cute outfits for Ashley to wear for her 'inevitable baby'. Ashley brushed it off as her stomach growled at her. She was famished. The girls visited the different shops, Ashley distracted by whirling thoughts of Sandy's condition and her potent remarks, and after some time they sat down at a table amid the murmuring and milling mass of people.

"Going for that 'balanced diet' approach, huh...?" Sandy eyed Ashley's pile of food over her own.

Ashley glanced at what she'd picked up absent-mindedly. Fried fish sizzled next to a meager pile of lettuce and ketchup on her plate, with a bowl of green mint ice cream to one side and a tiny pyramid of peeled oranges to the other. Ashley wouldn't have thought of having such a weird combination of food before, or so much at one time, but even looking at it now the ketchup and ice cream together made her mouth water.