From nobody@REPLAY.COM Fri Aug 15 19:54:28 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-2.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!netnews.com!news2.euro.net!xs4all!basement.replay.com!not-for-mail From: nobody@REPLAY.COM (Anonymous) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: The Brotherhood Files #5 Date: 16 Aug 1997 01:54:28 +0200 Organization: Replay and Company UnLimited Lines: 330 Message-ID: <5t2q7k$sf8@basement.replay.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: basement.replay.com Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" X-XS4ALL-Date: Sat, 16 Aug 1997 01:54:29 MET DST X-001: Replay may or may not approve of the content of this posting X-002: Report misuse of this automated service to <abuse@replay.com> X-URL: http://www.replay.com/remailer/ THE BROTHERHOOD FILES #5 The Defiant Debutante 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 case is that of the Defiant Debutante. Sandra Smith came to our attention in August of 1994. She was a young woman who attended Pinehurst College, an exclusive Woman's college in Georgia. Sandra came from a wealthy Atlanta family, and in fact was worth well over ten million dollars herself due to a recent inheritance from her Grandmother. Sandra was engaged to a young man named Biff Hartington, also from Atlanta. Biff's psychological profile and his membership in the Sons of the Civil War and Kappa Alpha indicated that he would not be willing to raise a black man's son. However, Sandra's independent wealth meant that she could raise a black child alone. Even though we prefer our black children to have the stability of a two-parent home, it was decided that Sandra's studies in early childhood education would mean that she recognized this, and after giving birth to our black child would likely seek out a white man who would raise the child with her. Therefore, it was decided that Sandra would be impregnated by a black man. We're proud to say that Sandra's inseminator was a second-generation inseminator, a young man named Samuel Creed. His father, Amos Creed, sired 100 of the finest black sons and daughters on white women, at which time he was retired. Where Amos Creed was a premier rapist for The Brotherhood, young Samuel showed promise as a seducer. At the time of Sandra's insemination, he had already passed his probationary period and had sired five black sons and one black daughter on white women, even though he was only nineteen years old. Here is his report on case file #36194743. CASE FILE #36194743 Mother: Sandra Smith Inseminator: Samuel Creed Report dates: October 1994-May, 1997 The Brotherhood is a family tradition with we Creeds. My dad, Amos, was an inseminator, and so were his eight brothers. Most of my cousins work as inseminators, and a lot of my half-brothers (from Dad's work) are also out there inseminating white women with our black seed. My sisters are all married to inseminators, and are extremely proud of the black children their husbands father on white women. I haven't got anything against white people. After all, I've got 100 half-brothers and sisters who have white mothers. It's just that I'm convinced that black people are superior. I was raised in the black culture, and everyone I know thinks this way. Which is why it was a shock to be sent to Georgia on this mission. I'm from Philly, and my neighborhood is 100% african. Georgia and its racist mindset was quite a shock. Oh well. Twenty more years of making white women pregnant with black babies and that's going to stop. In Georgia, you'll find three types of people. Those who hates blacks and admit it, those who love blacks because they had a black mammy when they were little, and women like Sandra Smith who like to hang out with blacks to shock their families even though thy're secretly afraid of us. Sandra was my age, nineteen, and was a childhood ed. major at a joke of a college near Atlanta. Pinehurst College is basically a four-year hunt for a rich husband from the nearby Tyson-Rylie men's college. Sandra was a good student, because she'd gotten engaged to a redneck prince named Biff at the beginning of her sophomore year. Both families were thrilled - Sandra's because the Hartingtons were an old family name with lots of social ties, the Hartingtons' because that old name didn't come with a lot of money. Sandra had inherited ten mil from her granny, and got the money when she turned nineteen. Coincidentally, Biff asked her to marry him the month after that. Even more coincidentally, their wedding was set for Christmas of 1994, just four months after the engagement. According to her file, Sandra intended to finish school after her marriage. I knew better. Biff was gonna knock his little Georgia Peach up ASAP, keep that money in his family and keep that cute little wife of his at home except for the occasional Junior League lunch. Too bad The Brotherhood had other plans for Biff's fiancee. I got to Atlanta in October of '94. Sandy's file indicated that she was having second thoughts about marrying Biff. Turned out Sandy was a bit of a liberal - she liked to work in close proximity to blacks, doing volunteer work, that kind of crap. Wanted to 'better' us. Well, what she didn't know is that we've got our own betterment program and she was going to be a part of that. That particular fall, Sandy started working at the Reading Center, which was a Junior League program to promote literacy amongst we nee-grows, as we're called down there. I posed as a young man named DeShawn Biggers, lately come to Atlanta from the north, and who was sadly, illiterate. I'll be the first to admit that I like my work. There's something about seducing a white woman. Most fantasize about being taken by a big, black stud, but never get the chance to fulfil their fantasies. I'd already made that dream come true for six women. I hadn't decided whether or not I'd be a rapist like my dad, or a seducer like some of my uncles. Well, at sixteen, before I'd even started as an official inseminator I'd seduced my tenth-grade English teacher and laid a little black baby in her white belly. That's when I knew seduction was for me. Luckily, all my women had been good-looking (for whites). Sandy was no exception. She was a typical Georgia Peach alright. She had honey-blond hair and a flawless porcelain complexion. She was petite, just 5'3" to my 6'7, and curvy. She liked to dress in expensive clothes, and drove a BMW convertible. Bitch had her own condo, which daddy had bought for her! This was gonna be fun. Through the machinations of The Brotherhood, Sandy was assigned as my teacher when I showed up at The Reading Center. One look at her, and I knew this was gonna be easy. She had that look. Her records indicated she'd managed to resist Biff's attentions and was still a virgin. But she was hot for it. She was going to live the life of a typical southern Deb, marry rich, lunch five days a week ... but before that happened she wanted to go wild. Well, I was her man. I could tell when she shook my hand. "Ah'm so pleeesssedd to meeeet you!", she squealed, as her hand pressed mine. I gave her my best 'ravaging black' look, and she blushed clear down to her cute little chest. I'm a handsome guy, if I do say so myself. Pure, shining black, tall, muscular, with classic african feautres. Where I come from, thick lips, flat nose, and sloping forehead are signs of handsomeness, and I was the handsomest guy on my block. I could tell Sandy thought so, and I could tell this was the first time she'd ever looked at a black man and thought him handsome. "I's glad you's gonna hep' me ter read", I responded, in my best uneducated black voice. "Well, I think we should all do what we can to help each other", Sandy replied. That's right, I thought. You're gonna help your fellow man. Well, Sandy taught me five afternoons a week. The first few weeks were blah. She taught, I pretended to learn. She did ask me a little bit about myself, and I gave her the bullshit story we'd made up for her. Lived in New York, moved to Atlanta with my mother and her 12 kids by eight men because the welfare was better down south (shows how much she knew ... she believed that!), had dropped out of school when I was eight to join a gang. She told me ALL about Biff and ALL about her family who were terrible racists even though she wasn't because she thought blacks were just as good as whites and ALL about her wedding and ALL about how she wanted to finish college and then be a teacher until she and Biff had their two kids a boy and a girl ... man, that bitch could talk. Still does, actually. She made a big point of acting like my friend, not just my teacher. She took me out to get a bite to eat a few times too. I let her pay. Shit, she was the one with ten million dollars. She even took me to the movies and shopping for good clothes to wear on job interviews once I learned how to read, which I let her pay for too. She was amazed by my 'progress' in reading, and I was sure to tell her that it was because she was such a good teacher. She called me 'Mr. Biggers' for the first few lessons, till I told her to fuckin call me by my name, DeShawn. She said I could call her Sandy. I called her bitch. She didn't protest. Must have thought it was a black thing. Well, on Monday at the start of my fourth week of 'learning' how to read, Sandra came in late. Her eyes were red, and it was obvious she'd been crying. When she sat down, I asked, "Whassamattah, bitch?". Sandy sniffled a little. "It's ... Biff. He's just so mean sometimes! He ... please don't be offended, DeShawn, but he doesn't want me teaching a black man how to read. And ... well, Biff's insisting that I give up the idea of teaching after we marry. His mother never worked and he thinks I shouldn't either". "An'?" I said. "I doan git it. Whas' de problem? Sho he doan wan you teachin no black man, but he be yo man an all". "I know. But - well DeShawn, I just don't know if I want to get married right now. Biff is the only boyfriend I ever had, and I think I want to live a little first. But no one understands. My family expect me to marry him, since he comes from such a good family and all. My girlfriends are all jealous because he's so handsome. If I said I didn't want to marry him, everyone would think I was crazy. There's no one to talk to about this". I grinned at her, and said "Well, I tells you whut. Iffen you wanna tawk bout dis, you jus' call ole DeShawn up any time and I's be a good listener". "Oh thank you DeShawn!", she gushed. It worked. That Saturday night the phone rang in my crib. Sandra thought she was calling a ghetto slum, but she was actually reaching me at my cool bachelor pad in one of the best high-rises. "DeShawn ... I hate to bother you", Sandy sobbed. "But I just need to talk to somebody! Can you come over?" "Sho nuff, bitch", I said. "I be right ovah". She gave me the address, and off I went. Sandy lived in a big ass condo, thing had to be at least 3000 square feet. All for a single white chick. It was in one of those gated community things, and I damn near didn't get in. I was dressed as a gangbanger, you see, and the whitey at the gate couldn't figure out what a big black nigger would be doing there to see a pretty white gal, and said so. He finally called Sandy and got her okay. I made a mental note to beat the crap out of that racist fuck on the way out, and headed to Sandy's place. She met me at the door. Man, she looked fine! My cock hardened at the sight of her in her little blue negligee. She wore a short robe, but that did nothing to cover her large breasts and shapely thighs. "Come in DeShawn", she sniffled. "Whut happened, Bitch?", I asked. She gave me a glass of white wine (!) led me to a white leather sofa (!), and sat down next to me. "It's Biff - again. I ... well, this is personal, but I have to tell someone. Biff and I have never ... well, you know. He keeps asking, but I wanted to wait till we're married. I went over to his frat house tonight, to surprise him. I was planning on going to my family's weekend house, but changed my mind because I wanted to spend time with him. Well, when I got there, I went up to Biff's room and ... and ...", she started to sob. "Caught him fuckin' someone, right?", I said. "Yes! Oh, it was awful! He was .. well, you know ... with my best friend Buffy!" She broke into a fresh storm of sobs, and leaned against my chest. Show time! I let her sob for a bit, and then cupped her face in my big black hand, raised her head and kissed her. She started back in surprise, but then got into it. With one hand I reached under her nightie and grabbed one of her firm titties. I knew I was home free when I felt her nipple harden. I pushed her back onto the couch, and sprawled on top of her. This is a crucial step. Women like Sandy have to be overwhelmed by black maleness. If you go too slow or too gently they have time to think, and change their minds. Not this time. My twelve-inch cock was rock hard and thick, making a nice ridge in my pants. I pressed my hardness into her thigh as I plastered her face with kisses from my thick lips. Her hands roamed over my back, then grabbed my buttocks. I nuzzled her neck (a trick my dad taught me, all women love that), and blew in her ear. That drove her wild. I stood up, unzipped my fly, and said to her, "Suck my dick, bitch". She complied. I could tell she was getting into being ordered around by a black man. She knelt in front of me, between my spread-apart legs and tentatively licked the tip of my cock. Then, she cautiously took it in her mouth. Needless to say, she couldn't fit all of me in there, but I didn't insist. My Dad always said that only shortdicked white men dream about gagging women with their cocks. If I didn't know better I'd swear that Sandy had given head before (she hadn't, she told me later). She was pretty good at it - moist suction, followed by rapid tongue strokes. She sucked me for a good twenty minutes, and I must say I enjoyed it. I happened to catch our reflection in a full length mirror she had on one wall. There was my little Georgia Peach, on her knees, blond hair hanging down, hands on my black ass, sucking away with my hands on her head and my hips pumping in her face. Damn near blew my wad right then. Finally, I pulled her up by her hair. "We's goin' to yo bedroom now, bitch", I told her. She made no protest, and led me upstairs. She had a big, king-sized bed, with a bunch of stuffed animals on it. Knocking all that shit aside, I turned to her and said "Yo bed's plenty big enuff fer us both. Git naked, bitch". She did as she was told. I was amazed at her compliancy. I figured it was in part due to Biff's betrayal. What better way to get him back then to lose her cherry to a nigger? It was also due in part to her attraction to me and the desire all white women have to be ravished by a black man. Once naked, I told her to get her ass on the bed, lie on her stomach and put her ass in the air. She did as she was told. I quickly stripped, got on the bed. I played around with her cunt for a minute. She was dripping wet and her clit was rock hard. I leaned over and began to eat her out. White women taste so sweet. I pushed my long black tongue up into her, and flicked it around. That drove her wild, especially when I began to finger her clit at the same time. I ate her for almost an hour, bringing her right to the point where she was ready to come, then stopping, listening to her gasp and moan my name. Eventually she couldn't take it any more. "Oh please ... please, take me DeShawn!", she moaned. I mounted her and with one thrust claimed my prize. She was definitely a virgin. I heard her scream with pain as her tight little white cunt spasmed around my dick. I slapped her hard on the ass and souted "Shuddup, bitch!", and then began to ride her like a bull. After a few minutes she began to enjoy it. She bucked back, meeting each thrust. Man, that bitch was squealing like a pig! "Eeeeeee! Eeeeee!", she'd squeak with each thrust. I held onto her hips and boned that bitch silly, grunting with pleasure the whole time. I caught a glance of her reflected in her vanity mirror. Her blond hair was tumbled around her face, her titties were swinging with each thrust from my powerful hips. Her eyes were closed, her face contorted with ecstasy as she enjoyed her first fucking. I fucked my new white girlfriend for twenty minutes, and then couldn't stand it any longer. I stepped up the pace, fucked her right into the mattrees, listen to her scream her first ever orgasm, and then spewed deep inside her. Damn, that was good. I got off her, and stretched out next to her. After ten minutes, she'd gained enough strength to sit up. She smiled at me, and said, "Oh, thank you DeShawn! That was the most glorious, most wonderful, most .." "Shuddup bitch", I interrupted her. "I'd hungry, Make me a sandwich". She obeyed. After I'd eaten, I made her suck me again, this time to orgasm. Then I fucked her three more times before I fell asleep. That was the start of a beautiful relationship for me. She was in my thrall. I'd told her to tell Biff the engagement was off because she was DeShawn's woman now, which she did. Biff and some of his friends tried to avenge Biff's honor, but didn't get far. The Brotherhood arranged for them to be arrested for conspiracy to kill me, had them sent to county lockup, where they became the new white girlfriends of several inmates. Sandy's family was scandalized, and disowned her. She didn't care, even though none of her family or friends would talk to her. She was under the spell only a black dick could cast. She paid for everything, and insisted that I move in with her, which I did. Man, she was insatiable. She stopped going to classes and teaching, and stayed home waiting for me to fuck her. She made noises about me wearing a condom, but I told her no way. If she wanted to be fucked it was gonna be bareback. I kept my girlfriends on the side though, and she knew about them. It made her jealous, but kept her in her place. Right around Christmas she told me that she was pregnant. She was thrilled shitless about it too. Thought that meant I'd marry her. She was devestated when I told her that I wasn't gonna marry no white bitch. "But I'm pregnant with your baby!", she cried. I told her that was fine, she could have my kid, but not to expect me to help her, since two of my other women were expecting my babies any day now. That shut her up. I stayed on with her throughout her pregnancy. It was great. I'd cut her off sexually, telling her I didn't want to fuck a white bitch with a big belly. She got real big too. Come to find out she was having twins! My dad sired a few twins too, must run in the family. It was cool, watching her get bigger and bigger. She took good care of me though, making me food and bringing it to me while I watched TV. Sure, she got upset when I'd bring other women home and fuck them, and she was really mad at me when I told her I'd gotten two other women pregnant besides the first two and her, but she got over it. It was all inseminator work, but she didn't know that. Well, on August 13, 1995 Sandy gave birth to my twins, a boy and a girl. DeShawn and DeShawna Biggers. Fine kids, black as their daddy. Looked like me in the faces, too, you'd never know they were half-white. Well, on the day that Sandy gave birth to my kids I told her I was leaving town. She cried, of course, but I told her I'd be back to see my kids. My kids by Sandy are doing real good. She's got a nanny for them, and is planning on moving north where my kids won't be exposed to so much racism. Her family's still not talking to her, and I doubt that'll change. I saw her on my kids first birthday, stayed there for a month. She begged me to fuck her, and I said sure, but only if she'd agree to give me another kid and $50,000. After all, she'd blown up when she was pregnant with my twins, and now weighed close to 200lbs. I mean, I needed an incentive. You guessed it, she's pregnant by me again. Only expecting one this time, a boy, and she's due to give birth any day now. ---------------------------------------------------------- On June 17, 1997, Sandy Smith bore her third black child for the brotherhood, a boy who was named DeShawndre, at Mr. Creed's insistance. She recently moved to New York with her two black sons and black daughter. The children are doing well, and will all be contacted on their eighteenth birthdays and informed that they are the product of The Brotherhood's work. Ms. Smith is unusual in that she's asked Mr Creed (whom she still believes to be named DeShawn Biggers) to come live with them, and has been reported to have claimed that she will keep having his babies because that's the only reason why he will engage in sexual intercourse with her. Because of her wealth, it is likely that Sandy can support many black children, and Mr. Creed has agreed to inseminate her as long as his children by her are not counted in his 100 child limit. It seems he feels he shouldn't be asked to give up inseminating attractive white women in order to inseminate Sandy Smith, who now weighs three hundred lbs. The Brotherhood has aproved his request.