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THE BROTHERHOOD FILES #2
The Schoolteacher's Seduction.

By
Ars Erotica

I am the Narrator.  In the first installment, I explained the existence of
The Brotherhood.  To briefly recap, we are an underground organization of
black men.  We select white women fortunate enough to bear our black
children, then impregnate them. Sometimes the impregnation is consensual,
sometimes it is forced.  Our blackest men are responsible for this awesome
duty, these men are called the inseminators.  Our black children are then
raised in a white world, with white advantages.  When they are grown, they
usually leave the white world and come back to the black community, marry
black, and give us advantaged black children.  In this way, we have improved
the lots of many blacks.  Eventually, we plan to become the ruling class in
this manner.

Today's case file is that of the schoolteacher's seduction.  Allen Jackson,
thirty-four, was the inseminator of a woman named Peggy McKay.  Peggy came
to our attention in early 1990.  She was a schoolteacher (eighth grade
English), a married woman with two daughters at the time she was selected
for insemination.  By all accounts, her marriage was a fairly good one, and
the couple were strong Roman Catholics.  Peggy's husband Bob was an
architect, and their income placed them in the upper-middle class bracket.
Additionally, Peggy had monies left to her in trust by her grandparents.
Peggy and her husband were known for their anti-abortion work, and for being
excellent parents.   Bob McKay had had a vasectomy, and Peggy McKay wasn't
using any birth control.  It was decided that Peggy McKay was a suitable
candidate for impregnation.

Once a candidate has passed, an inseminator is assigned and a tentative
method of impregnation (rape, seduction) is planned.  In Peggy's case,
seduction was decided upon.  If she were to betray her marriage vows, she
would likely feel guilty enough to take the 'punishment' of bearing a black
man's child as her due.  We were fairly sure her marriage would survive the
blow of Peggy's becoming pregnant with a black man's baby, but if not, she
had means to raise our child in a middle-class manner on her own. Allen was
assigned to the case, as he posseses teaching qualifications in Peggy's
state and is a master at seducing white women.  Once the inseminator has
completed his mission, he prepares a report for our files.  Here is case
file #2000873421.

CASE FILE #2000873421.
Mother: Margaret (Peggy) Elizabeth McKay
Inseminator: Allen Jackson
Report dates: September, 1990 - August, 1997

Through the good offices of The Brotherhood, I was transferred to Fair Lawns
Junior High, Fair Lawns Connecticut where Peggy McKay was a teacher of
English.  I used my real name in this instance, as it was a case of
seduction and not rape.  Additonally, I used my own background (married to a
black woman named Belinda, father of two girls myself) when interacting with
the staff at FLJH.

Peggy, as planned, was assigned as my 'facilitator', helping me through the
first few weeks of school and so forth.  Peggy was an attractive woman, well
built, and in excellent childbearing condition.  She's about 5'6, weighed
around 125 lbs, was thirty-two years old at the time, had light blond hair
and blue eyes, and was very fair-complected.  She was very nice to me,
though she did seem a bit distracted.  Two weeks after I strted working at
FLJH I learned the reason why; while eavesdropping on a conversation between
Peggy and a friend in the teacher's lounge I learned that Peggy and her
husband were having problems with their sex life, though she was confident
it would work out in time.  

Apparently Mr. McKay was too busy with some project at work to pay attention
to her, and had been experiencing periodic impotence, likely due to stress,
as well.  Their sex life apparently had dwindled to approximately one
session per month, and this had been going on since last spring.  This was a
great boon, since it meant that I likely wouldn't have to spend a lot of
time prepping her and could likely get her pregnant within a few months. I
followed the scheduled seduction plan; I made sure that Peggy and I spent a
lot of time around each other, we served on the same committees, worked on
the same projects and so forth.  For nearly two months we were in almost
constant contact, and then in late October the moment came.

In the week prior to her insemination by me, Peggy and I were working on the
Halloween Dance together.  It's the first big social event at FLJH, and
Peggy and I were going to be the chaperones, as well as supervise the
decorations and so forth.  Peggy and I had grown close, I admit I had taken
a liking to her.  She's very bright, and fun to talk to.   She and I shared
stories about the cute things our students had done, cute things our kids
had said, bits of our life histories, and so on.  I was certain that she'd
developed a little crush on me as well.  She'd started to flirt with me a
little, touching my arm when we spoke, crossing her legs seductively, things
like that.   I responded, subtly of course, touching her arm, placing a hand
on the small of her back as she passed through a door, stuff like that.
Teacher's lounge gossip had it that the McKay marriage, while still
together, was still suffering from a lack of sex.  It's certain that if her
husband had been satisfying her, Peggy would never have willingly submitted
to me.

Her insemination came the night of the dance.  Up until the day of the dance
I had planned to use the 'soft seduction', lights, flowers, music and all
that.  A small tidbit of conversation between Peggy and another teacher,
heard once again in the trusty teacher's lounge, changed my mind.  Louise,
who taught social studies, and Peggy were talking about their sexual
fantasies.  I happened to be passing by the half-opened door and was lucky
enough to hear Peggy's fantasy.

"You know I'd never cheat on Bob!", said Peggy.  "Well of COURSE not,
Peggy!", exclaimed Louise.  "We're talking fantasy!  I'm telling you, if *I*
weren't a married woman I'd go for Allen Jackson.  You know what they say
about black men, don't you?"  They both laughed, and then Peggy said, "Well,
Allen *is* terribly attractive, you know.  He's the first black man I've
ever thought handsome.  I must confess Louise, I have thought about having
... well, you know ... with him.  Bob and I haven't made love in over a
month, and I'm getting awfully horny", Peggy sighed.  "Why, just last night
I had a dream that Allen and I were in the gymnasium after the dance, all
alone, and he pulled me to him, whispered 'I want you so bad I can't stand
it - I've got to have you now!', then took me on the floor!"  

Louise laughed at this and giggled, 'Well, *I* wouldn't say no to him if he
did say that.  I bet you wouldn't either - I could swear that you've been
flirting with him!" Peggy giggled too as she responded, "Well, maybe I have.
I'm tired of feeling like a sexless drone.  At least Allen notices me when I
talk, unlike Bob who's so wrapped up in that Anderson account.  Oh well - no
harm in fantasizing about Allen.  After all, nothing will happen.  I'm a
married woman, he's a married man, and if that weren't enough there's the
race issue.  I'd never be able to teach in this part of Connecticut again!"

I laughed softly to myself.  Peggy was going to have to move to another part
of Connecticut within a few months, unless she wanted all of Fair Lawns to
know that she'd given herself to a black man!

That night, Peggy and I chaperoned the dance.  I must say she looked fine,
in a simple silver sheath dress with a matching jacket, which complimented
her fair skin and hair. I looked fine too.  My wife Belinda, upon being told
that tonight was the night I would impregnate Peggy, had insisted that I
wear my dark-blue suit and 'lucky' tie.  She swore no woman could resist me
when I was wearing my 'seduction suit'.  I felt great.  Everything was
planned perfectly.  We had all night - it was a Friday, and Peggy's kids and
her husband had gone to Cape Cod for the weekend.  I'd told her a similar
story about Belinda and my girls (though Belinda was really at home waiting
to hear if I'd successfully inseminated the white woman). 

The dance ran from seven pm to nine thirty pm.  It was a typical junior high
dance, a few fights, a couple of kids trying to sneak in liquor, a few kids
smoking pot in the boy's room, a switchblade here and there.  Through it
all, I took them time to give Peggy a few admiring glances, which I made
sure she saw.  Of course, I had the grace to look embarassed when she
'caught' me admiring her ample breasts or fine ass.  I was sure I'd caught
her admiring me as well.  I looked forward to five past ten.  That's when
Peggy and I would finally be alone, and I could finally do my job. The time
finally came.  And exactly ten pm we ushered the last kid out the door.  At
five past ten, Justus the Janitor came rushing in.  Terrible news, he said,
his son was in a car wreck.  Could we close up for him, and he'd clean up in
the morning?  Certainly, I said, and took the keys.  Peggy didn't see our
conspiratorial wink as Justus left.  Justus was a fellow Brother.

Peggy and I were alone.  She was suddenly shy with me.  That happens when
your dreams are about to come true.  I let the silence loom between us for
about thirty seconds, then said in my 'sensual' voice, "I'll just turn out
the lights, and then I'll walk you to your car".  She mutely nodded her
assent.  I went to the back and shut out the main lights.  The gym was now
illuminated by the soft glow of the emergency lights and the exit sign.
Ballons and bits of streamers still waved about.  It was now or never. I
silently walked back to where Peggy stood, put my hand on her shoulders and
whipped her around to me.

I crushed her to me and kissed her violently.  I could feel her struggle for
just a moment, and then she gave into her passion and began to respond
passionately to me.  I let my hand wander over her slim, white body as I
passionately kissed her lips, face, and neck.  After a few minutes of this,
I groaned and said, "I want you so bad I can't stand it Peggy!  I've ...
I've got to have you now!"  She gasped in surprise as I said the words she'd
heard in her dream, but I gave her no chance to resist.  I pulled her to the
floor with me, and began to tear her clothes off.  She hesitated a moment,
then began to undress me.  I could see it in her eyes - she didn't want to
cheat on Bob but was so horny she couldn't bear it any longer.  So horny
that she forgot about birth control entirely.

I held her close as she removed my shirt, running her hands over my chest,
nibbling lightly on my nipples.  Her pearly white skin contrasted
beautifully against my deep mahogany black sin, and I knew she admired this
as well.  Most of the seduced women do.  To them, we are often their most
exotic moment, the first time they're bedded by a black man.  I'd already
torn off her jacket, and now I unzipped her sheath, letting it fall down
around her thighs as she kneeled before me.  To my delight, she wasn't
wearing a bra, just lacy white bikini briefs.  Her breasts were good, nearly
a D cup and amazingly firm considering she'd had two children.  Her nipples
were large, and quite dark in the dim light.  I took her left nipple in my
mouth and began to suck it slowly, rhythmically, while kneading her buttocks
firmly.  I felt her hands roaming over my back as she made guttural sounds
of pleasure.  Soon, her hand reached towards my fly.  Her fingers trembled
as she removed my belt and undid my pants.  I guided her hand as she pulled
the zipper down, then smiled when she gasped in surprise.  I'd skipped
underwear, and my black manhood sprang out at her in its full ten inch long,
two inch thick glory.

For a moment she was too stunned to do anything.  This is the danger point.
When the white woman sees a black cock up close and personal for the first
time it reminds her that she's about to be taken by a black man.  This is
when their reason can overcome their lust.  But, I'd seduced and inseminated
ten white women before (and raped and inseminated two), and I knew what I
was about.  Before she could react I pulled her close with my left arm, and
kissed her passionately on the lips, using my right hand to pull her panties
down.  Once they were off I explored her pussy with my free hand.  As I
suspected, she was dripping wet, and her clit was hard as a damn rock.  I
inserted two of my (long) fingers inside her, and pressed forward.  I was
rewarded with a gush of wetness and a long moan.  With my fingers still
inside her she bent over and licked the tip of my cock.  "Go on", I
encouraged her.  

"Mmmm", she moaned as she took me in her mouth.  I was surprised by her
skill.  I was much too big for her to take me fully in her mouth (and I
don't get off on gagging women with my dick, that's for smalldicked white
men to dream about), but she did her best.  I lay back and let her do what
she wanted with me, while I fingered her.  Soon, that wasn't enough for her.
I'd increased my fingering until she was damn near slamming herself down on
my hand, all the while sucking my cock frantically.  Soon, she lifted her
head and groaned, "Please ... oh PLEASE fuck me now!"  Well, what can a
gentleman do?  I obliged her of course, I grabbed her, pulled her down next
to me and rolled on top of her.  I gazed down at her pretty face, flushed
with desire.  She stared back at me for a few seconds, then spread her soft
white thighs.  I quickly mounted her, positioned myself, then thrust myself
in.

I know it hurt her, she gasped in pain, and I held still for a moment while
her cunt tried to get used to the size of me in her.  Soon, I felt her walls
relax then grip me pleasantly, and I began to thrust.  Being as large as I
am, I can't thrust all the way in without hurting a woman.  I save that for
when I need to rape a woman, the pain usually subdues them.  The women I
seduce are treated with gentleness.  I went in about 3/4 of the way, and
fucked her with rapid, upward strokes, all the while fingering her clit.
She went wild, moaning and groaning, clutching but ass and trying to drive
my deeper inside her.  She'd been without sex for so long only two minutes
of fucking brought her to orgasm.  I smiled as she came, then relaxed for a
minute, giving her a chance to catch her breath. Then I started again, this
time rolling her over so she straddled me.  Over and over I fucked her,
giving her four of the best orgasms of her life.  On the fourth and final
orgasm, I was riding her from behind.  Our bodies were covered in sweat.
Her blond hair was hanging loose, her face turned back towards me so I could
see her lips, swollen from my kisses shaped in a helpless O of pleasure, her
eyes half open, watching me ram my big black cock into her tightness.  With
one hand I fingered her, with the other I rhythmically slapped her firm
white ass.  The only sounds were our mutual moans and gasps, the sound of my
dick pushing in and out of her, and of my balls slapping against her ass.

Then I knew it was time.  I could feel her orgasm start to build, and felt
the tightness in my balls.  I heard her start to scream in ecstasy, and I
closed my eyes. Closed them, and imagined her taut white belly becoming
swollen and heavy with my baby.  Imagined being at the hospital, in the room
with her and her husband as she gave birth to my child.  Imagined seeing my
black baby emerge between those creamy white thighs.  I saw Peggy tenderly
nursing our dark-skinned baby at her white breast.   I was certain that she
would give me a son.  I could see our son as a young man of eighteen.  He'd
look very much like me - well over six feet, long hands, big feet, well
shaped head, classical African features.  He'd be just a little lighter than
I am, due to his mother's fairness, but still a fine black man.  With the
image of my future son clear in my mind, I exploded deep within her, spewing
my black seed forcefully deep inside her.

I collapsed on top of her.  The aftermath was pleasant, we kissed for a
while, then dressed, locked up, then I walked her to her car.  Just before
she got in, she kissed me hungrily, and whispered, "Thank you".  I felt
mighty fine as I drove home.  I told my wife all about it when I got there,
and then went straight to bed.  I didn't try to contact Peggy that weekend.
I knew this was a one night stand for her, and this was confirmed on Monday.
She avoided me the whole day.  She wasn't rude, just managed not to be near
me.  I'd expected this.  When school ended, I waited by her car.  Her face
feel when she saw me standing there.  "It's okay Peggy", I said.  "We've got
to talk". 
We went to a small nearby restaurant for coffee.  We sat in an isolated
booth.  She stared silently down at the table until our coffee arrived.
Once the waitress had left, I broke the silence, saying "I know this is
awkward.  What happened between us Peggy ... well, it shouldn't have
happened.  We're both married.  Belinda and I have been having some trouble
lately ... and I guess I was just lonely.  I'm so sorry Peggy".  

That did the trick.  Peggy immediately grasped my hands and said "Oh Allen,
it's my fault too.  Or neither of our faults.  Bob and I have been having
trouble too, and I was lonely as well.  We don't ever have to tell Bob and
Belinda what happened.  It was just one night, just one slip.  I just hope
..." her voice trailed off for a second.  "What?", I asked.  I knew she was
afraid of pregnancy.  It hadn't crossed her mind while I was boning her
silly.  But sometime over the weekend it occured to her that she could have
beome pregnant as a result of our passionate sex.  She shook her head
slightly, then said, "I just hope that we can continue to be friends Allen".
I smiled and said, "Of course.  I'd like that very much".

And so we stayed friends, for the next seven weeks.  I watched her
carefully, and was rewarded.  Within two weeks she began to act nervous.  At
four weeks she was frantic,  At six weeks, I noticed the small, soft
swelling of her belly.  And the day school let out for Christmas vacation,
she gave me a great present.  She asked me to meet her for coffee after
school, and then tearfully informed me that she was almost two months
pregnant with my child.  Yes, she was certain it was mine. She and Bob
hadn't made love in a month when she and I had had our one night stand.
They hadn't had sex since then either.  No, Bob didn't know she was pregnant
yet.  And, those sweet words, "I don't know how to tell you this Allen - but
I'm going to have the baby.  I don't believe in abortion".  Home free.
Another black child for The Brotherhood.

Well, that night she told her husband.  Of course he was angry, but as
predicted he came around, and with counseling their marriage remained solid.
He insisted on meeting me, and just after Christmas, we met.  I apologized
to Bob for impregnating his wife, and he accepted my apology.  Then I
shamefacedly admitted that I couldn't tell Belinda that I'd gotten another
woman pregnant.  Bob and Peggy looked at each other, then at me.  Peggy took
Bob's hand, then spoke to me.  "Allen, I don't want this to sound harsh.
Bob and I have realized that this is a test the Lord has sent to see how
strong our marriage is".  "That's right", Bob chimed in.  "I blame myself.
I'd been ignoring Peggy, and wasn't giving her what she needed", he said
softly.  "No Bob", Peggy said firmly.  "This wasn't your fault.  I broke our
marriage vows, and I am the only one to blame for becoming pregnant by
Allen".  

With that, she turned back to me and said, "Allen - Bob and I are going to
stay married.  We're sending our girls to Canada, where our parents all
live, until after I've given birth to your baby in June.  I'll work up until
school stops at the end of May, and once the baby is born Bob and I will
move to upstate New York".  She paused.  "Allen ... we're going to keep the
baby.  We're planning on telling the baby, our girls, and our families that
we've adopted it.  It's the only way.  The baby would never be accepted if
our families knew that ... well, that it was the product of an affair
between me and a black man.  We thought about giving it up for adoption, but
we realize that minority children are rarely adopted.  And ...", her voice
became emotion-filled, "... I just can't bear the thought of giving my baby
away".  Bob patted her hand. 

"It's my baby too", I told her.  They both stared at me, I knew that this is
what they'd been dreading.   That I might claim the baby.  "But I realize
that this is a difficult situation.  Belinda would leave me if she knew
another woman was having my baby.  I guess there's nothing I can do, except
ask that you not cut me out of our baby's life completely".  I sighed
dramatically.  "I couldn't bear the thought that somewhere in the world I
had a child, and not knowing how he was ... please Peggy.  Let me be a small
part of our baby".  Well, with that we all started crying, and arrangements
were made.

The next few months were fun.  I think Louise suspected that Peggy was
pregnant by me, but she kept her mouth shut.  I got to see Peggy five days a
week, and watched with pleasure as her belly grew bigger by the day with my
baby.  I went to Peggy's checkups with her - and boy was her doctor
surprised when Peggy, Bob and I showed up for the first visit and informed
him Bon's medical history meant nothing as I was the baby's father.  Peggy
had a healthy pregnancy, and I was there on June 11, 1991 as our son was
delivered.  Bob wanted to be there, but only the father was allowed, and he
graciously let me be there for the birth of mine and Peggy's son.  He was a
big boy, nearly ten pounds, and very dark.  Sure enough, he looked just like
his proud papa.  I called Belinda and she was thrilled to hear that I had
another son, especially as she herself was five months pregnant and hoping
to have a boy this time.

I'd asked Peggy to name the boy after me, and she complied.  Bob wasn't too
happy, he'd been getting less and less happy with me the bigger Peggy's
belly got with my baby, but he knew he'd better give in or I wouldn't go
along with the adoption story and his family would know that a black had
gotten Bob's pretty white wife pregnant.  So, my son was named Allen Jackson
McKay.

Allen Jr. turned six this year.  He's a fine boy, and will be starting first
grade this year.  Peggy and Bob are sending their 'adopted son' to the same
private school that his white half-sisters attend.  They send me photographs
of my boy regularly.  If he starts to ask questions about his 'birth' family
when he gets older, he will be told that I am his 'birth' father, and that
his birthmother died.  I'll probably tell him that he was conceived for The
Brotherhood, and if he's anything like our other kids, he'll be proud.
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Allen Jackson McKay is the thirteenth child of twenty children sired by
Allen Thaddeus Jackson, and the sixth of fourteen males by that father.  He
is being raised as the adopted son of Peggy and Bob McKay.  In appearance,
this six year old is black, with no apparent trace of caucasian features.
His mother and stepfather are still married, and the marriage has apparently
survived Mrs. McKay's affair with and subsequent pregnancy by a black man
with no repercussions to the child.  Mr. McKay has apparently accepted his
wife's black son, and the child calls him "Daddy".  The family is still in
the upper-middle class socioeconomic group, and by all accounts the child is
well and happy.  The file will be updated yearly, and the child will be
contacted by The Brotherhood on June 11, 2009.

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