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The next morning was a race. I was awakened by the cute “candy striper” bringing in my breakfast. I was starved. It tasted so good I just gulped everything down. As my tray went out the door, a maternity nurse instructed me to get up...which was surprisingly easy...and get comfortable in a large chair by the window.

Breast feeding was such a treat. Already, we both knew exactly what to do. He was hungry and my breasts were so ready for him. A contented feeling came over me as I sat holding him, looking out over the parking lots from the fourth floor. It was magic. The world seemed so right.

My mother’s parting admonition came back to mind and I smiled.

I looked at the end of the nursery cart in front of me. There was a large, computer generated, card with our credentials. I was shocked by the information.

NAME...Robert Dickson Jr. Yes that was his given name on the side of his nursery cart. When and how did he get that? I am sure I agreed at some point during all the activity, but I could not remember.

Mother...Caroline Webster

Father...Robert Dickson. Another shock-a-roo; why would Dickson be listed as the father? Where was Jamal?

The sign provided other information, but I was lost in thought following revelation of the names of the baby and the legal father. I did like that both names matched the tattoo on my lower tummy which was undoubtedly viewed by the entire medical delivery team.

Moments later my doctor came in with a case worker and a nurse to start procedures for my release. They stood near me with several open PC files and reviewed things. I quickly realized that all questions had already been answered. All I really had to do was agree, listen to some verbal instructions, which were also given to me in writing, sign a couple documents, and receive the congratulations of my medical “team”. I was warmly told both the baby I were doing remarkably well. I was being released a day earlier than I might otherwise have been. I was delighted I still disliked hospitals even though everything about this experience had been wonderful...even the food.

One parting remark from the doctor caused me to stop for a moment. The team had all said goodbye and were ready to leave. As he turned toward the door he stopped and turned back,

“I know we will see you again real soon, Caroline. Stay healthy and take care of that little guy.”

He smiled broadly, turned and went out the door. What was he saying? Was it just a friendly way of saying goodbye...or did he know something about my future?

My mind was still pondering that statement, as Dickson walked into the room. He kissed and hugged me warmly and then pulled the chair over very close beside me.

“Hey Caroline this is wonderful. We just got the call about an hour ago that you were going to be released today. Great! I think we have everything set up. I brought a neat outfit for you to wear...hope you like it. They tell me they will be up with a wheel chair in ten minutes. Are you ready to get dressed?”

I nodded... thanked him and took the small bag he had brought with me into the bathroom. Everything seemed so normal...no instability...no pain...no problems down below...just bulbous breasts that were large and heavy.

The “outfit” consisted of black bikini panties and a flowing dark blue gown/robe that tied just under my breasts. It smelled new. It looked great. It really emphasized my breasts and deemphasized my remaining little tummy. I was thrilled with how I looked. I was thrilled with how I could move about with no pains or problems...and I was doubly thrilled by the way Dickson looked at me as I went back to sit beside him in the big easy chair.

We sat looking at one another. His face was filled with delight and pride. What a good looking guy. Finally, I had to ask the question,

“You are a neat guy and all, but why are you listed on all the paperwork as the father of Robert Jr.?...and who is paying all the bills here...and who gave my baby that name...and where was I through all this...and what else don’t I know?”

Without further prompting Dickson moved closer and quietly went into an explanation.

“Caroline we had a little planning meeting at Bobby’s place right after you went into labor. Jamal was in charge, but he listened to a lot of good suggestions from the rest of us.

It was decided that I should be listed as the father. My age was right. Jamal felt his age would be embarrassing for you. My name was right. Bobby is tattooed on your body. Further, my being the father would make everything very complex if your parents or anyone else got vindictive and wanted to take legal action. No DNA tests would stand up.

Bobby and Jamal are handling all the medical bills. They both have a lot of money as you know.

You and the baby will be moving to one of their condos today. I guess it is a real nice place on the edge of the hood. It was decided you and I will live there and you will have my support for as long as you want.

Jamal has to go back to Panama to finish his tour.

Donna, whom you know, may be living there for a while as well...she will be having another baby soon. I don’t know that entire story, but we will find out.

Moments later a very small black guy arrived with a wheelchair. He introduced himself and automatically explained it was hospital policy that he give me a ride to the main entrance, even if I felt good enough to go down on my own...which I did.

I turned toward the door just as Jamal came in along with Reggie, Miles and Trevor. All four of them were dressed so “black” it was almost comical. This was going to be a grand parade down, out through the lobby, and out to the front door to a waiting limo.

The attendant helped me into the wheelchair...I didn’t need it but I didn’t refuse. A nurse brought me Robert Jr. He was wrapped in a very colorful native African baby blanket. I snuggled his little blackness against me as our caravan headed out into the hall toward the elevators. Dickson walked on one side carrying my things...Jamal on the other...Reggie, Miles and Trevor followed. I was white and all others in the entourage, from Robert Jr. to the hospital attendant, were black.

Dear Reader I do not need to describe the procession. You can imagine. Grady Memorial Hospital is as white as a hospital can get. We made quite a spectacle as we moved out of the room down the hall and into the elevator.

As the elevator doors opened and we moved out into the lobby we stopped everything. It was such a busy place, but things got very quiet, and every eye turn as our procession came into view

During this whole process I kept a broad smile on my face. Every one of these black guys escorting me, including the attendant pushing me, had a look of unmitigated pride as they moved me out through the curious throng to a waiting long black limousine. I did not see a single black face in the curious crowd in the lobby. I did see a lot of startled expressions.

Jamal and Dickson hustled about assuring I had the most easily accessed seat in the limo, and that I got in safely with the baby. When all of us were in the back of the limo the driver moved away. Within a mile, Jamal turned to me with a curious question.

“Caroline, Matt’s brother is about your age and he was telling us that there were three other girls that were always roaming around with you teasing the black guys at the shopping mall. What were their names?”

I know I must have looked surprised but I quickly offered the names,

“Sybil, Sandy and Emily...we were known as the four amigos. Sybil is my closest friend.”

We drove along a mile or two before Jamal responded.

“As soon as we get settled Bobby would like to meet them. Once you and Little Dickson are settled we want you to invite Sybil over to see the baby.”

He said nothing more. Things went silent and my mind went into overdrive. I was surprised but not shocked by his comments. I knew what motivated black men. I understood the taboo. I understood the unmitigated pride and feeling of accomplishment they achieve by blacktizing a young white girl, knocking her up and getting together to support her. I had witnessed it all first hand. I had looked at the pride in their eyes when they visited me in the hospital...as they wheeled me through the hospital lobby...as I took my black baby home. I was living their game for them. I knew how they felt. Did Bobby simply want to extend the game a bit by being with me when Sybil met Little Dickson? Or was he setting me up to take their game even further. Either way they wanted my closest friend to see how wonderful this whole taboo thing could be.

SYBIL

It took most of the weekend for me to get settled into a beautiful master bedroom suite in a large condo that Bobby owned. Little Dickson was right across the hall in a cute nursery bedroom and our master bath was shared between the rooms. Our rooms were at the end of a long hall which passed several doors to other bedrooms along the way.

On the very next Monday afternoon I called Sybil as Bobby required. She was delighted to hear from me and equally delighted to be invited over to see the baby. Every word she said convinced me how curious she was. She was very anxious to learn all she could about me and my life, so she could carry juicy stories back to the others. It was clear in her eyes I was the poor white girl who had gotten all knocked up by a black guy and was now a circus curiosity. She so wanted to demote me to a lower form of life in the eyes of all our friends.

I set everything up for seven that evening just as Jamal and Bobby had instructed. Sybil was to go to the shopping mall and park at the north entrance where a limo would meet her. The idea of a limo ride was exciting for her in its own right. Her life was so boring, particularly now that I had been unavailable. This was going to be a real adventure.

Jamal told me to tell her to arrange to stay with me over night in case things got late. She agreed. She would cover with a story about spending the night at Emily’s. It was easy to do. Sybil’s home life was a wreck. Mother and dad divorced, fighting and completely out of touch with her.

I had her on speaker phone. Jamal listened to the details and nodded agreement with everything. That was it. My best friend was going to see my wonderful little guy, and get to learn more about my new low life as well.

I heard the limo pull up at the condo at about eight. Dickson answered the door. He was such a gentleman playing the role of father and concerned husband. I was seated on the couch, wearing a new bright African caftan Jamal had brought over in the afternoon. I had just finished feeding little Dickson and was holding him closely with my gown still open a bit. I loved these moments as the baby and I bonded. His very black skin was such a contrast to my very white breasts. It was an immediate turn on just to look down at him. He certainly had Jamal’s handsome broad features.

Sybil’s face lit up as she walked toward us. She was a study. I could tell instantly she was so very impressed and curious about everything to do with me, the baby, and my surroundings. I certainly did not look mistreated or low life.

Without hesitation she started into all the questions you would expect. I started by telling her how delighted I was with the baby and my life here. Her questions continued, but the answers were easy. I was a happy young white girl with a very cute, very black, baby that everyone loved. How I got to the position in life had to largely remain a mystery for the time being, but what I emphasized over and over was how wonderful it was to have a purpose in life. I was no longer a bored high school girl looking for thrills. I had faced the ultimate sexual taboo and now had real reasons to live each day... the adoration of my black male friends and my baby.

Dickson brought in drinks. Two sips later I could tell the content of our drinks was quite different. Mine was a lovely mix of fruit juice while Sybil’s drink had her quite happy and talking freely within a couple minutes.

Sybil continued to ask question searching for any opening that would prove my unhappiness as the mother of this little black baby. Twenty minutes later Sybil was feeling no pain as Trevor and Miles arrived. I introduced Sybil and right away, any doubt I might have had about her visit was removed, it was clear Bobby had a game under way for her. I knew Bobby and the rest of these men...I knew what they could do to a young girl...I was living proof of their ability and I watched as Sybil received the benefits of their charming ways. Her drink was refreshed. Trevor immediately went to her side, took her elbow, and together they moved to a comfortable couch across the room. Sybil was all smiles as Trevor continued to charm her.

Sybil asked to hold the baby. Jamal smiled and nodded...yes.

I went across and gently placed the baby in her arms. What a little charmer. He won her heart immediately. You could see it so clearly in her eyes and hear it in her voice as she looked down into his cute little face and cooed quiet baby talk to him.

Trevor had his arm around Sybil gently cradling her and the baby in a protective fashion.

Jamal stood back with the others for a while observing and then moved across the room to sit close to me on the couch. He smiled at me and whispered,

“I think Sybil should have one of her very own. What do you think, Caroline?”

It was such a low whisper. It was his way of bringing me on board.

I looked up into his eyes,

“Yes. She would be the perfect mother...once she got over the initial shock.”

Jamal looked at me as we smile together.

“You know better than anyone we can arrange that for her, don’t you?”

“Yes sir. I sure do.”

I smiled up into his face.

I didn’t know who in the room could hear him, until there were quiet high fives among the black guys sitting nearby who obviously had heard us. I didn’t know what Sybil had heard across the room, but there was an indication of big progress with her when she looked across the room at me with an obvious glow in her eyes. Was her reaction in response to our comments or the cute black baby in her arms? Ultimately it did not matter.

Trevor did not leave her side for even a moment. Her drink was refreshed again. Some short time later I got a nod from Jamal to go over and get the baby.

Bobby arrived moments after I had returned to the couch. Sybil was standing with Trevor and Miles, sipping her latest drink and talking. The excitement in the room was electric. I was aware of quiet music for the first time...Lou Rawls. The lights dimmed automatically.

Sybil was introduced to Bobby who immediately charmed her with complements about the skirt she was wearing. (It was a skirt that had teased the shit out of the boys in the shopping mall on several occasions.) Sybil glowed all over.

Back when we did the mall safari, I got most of the attention from the black guys, but she actually was a bit more curvaceous than me. Before my black breeding her breasts were larger than mine. (She was a C while I was a B.) Her hips and little tummy make her skirt very attractive, but my butt and legs were winners in those categories. My face was cuter and my hair was much nicer, but she was not as shy as me.

But, right now I had no time for further comparisons; she was the center of attention and these black brothers were enjoying her immensely. For right now, I was the lactating mother on the sidelines, and Sybil was the center of attention. The level of excitement was electric; a game was afoot for my amigo Sybil

I heard Trevor tell her he wanted to show her something in his room. She turned to him with a smile of agreement and took his hand as she turned unsteadily toward the hall.

I could hear Trevor quietly reinforcing Bobby’s complements as they disappeared. Sybil steps were a bit unstable, and cautious, but there was no hesitance. She had Trevor’s support. His comments faded as they reached the bedroom.

Bobby turned and smiled at me. I was seated on the couch with the baby in my arms. A most possessive look came over his face as he walked over, sat down, opened the top of my Caftan, and warmly brought my enlarged breasts up and out together for inspection.

Bobby then had me bring little Dickson up from my lap to where he found my bare left breast and began to feed vigorously.

Miles and Jamal and the small group of black brothers sat across the room quietly watching and obviously enjoying everything going on with me. Bobby used his index finger to slowly outline the tattoo on my lower tummy for all to see. As he did he looked across at the black guys with pride...a pride that was instantly reflected back. They shared his pride, they had all shared me.

The room went quiet except for some contented sounds from little Dickson. It seemed like we were all sitting quietly, waiting, for something to explode.

About twenty minutes later it did. A loud scream came from the back bedroom...followed a moment later by another... and then two more.

There was raucous laughter and high fives among the black guys.

Jamal moved across the room to sit on the opposite side of me from Bobby. His arm went around my shoulders,

“Well Caroline Sybil just joined the club. Another white gal just learned what can happen when she wears those sexy outfits to the mall and teases black guys. I am not the only big black buck that succumbed to the temptations, am I?”

I looked down at a contented Little Dickson and then up into Jamal’s black face and smiled,

“You certainly succumbed, sir.”

Jamal reached over and gently stroked Little Dickson at my breast.

Miles moved over to the wide screen TV and within moments he brought up live video of Sybil and Trevor in the back bedroom. Trevor had her spread on her back, propped up appropriately by two large pillows. He was firmly mounted deep in her young white body, pumping load after load of his semen down deep into her vagina. She was weakly protesting, but the combination of his forcefulness, the drinks and her lack of resistance...had won the day. She was being screwed royally.

Everything out in the living room went quiet as activity and noises from the bed room increased. My amigo had become the entertainment. Trevor continued to work on her for some time and honestly, dear reader, I can’t give you much detail. I was so turned on. It seemed he took her every way possible, her protests quieted and then turned to murmurs. Slowly we watched as her young body became accustomed to the enormous black cock and she began to respond. Soon she was arching upward to meet his thrusts.

I was so captured by my emotions I lost track of everything except Bobby and Jamal seated next to me, little Dickson feeding, and the continuing reactions of Miles and Dickson across the room. Their horny faces were such a turn on. It was sometime later when my attention returned to the TV and Sybil’s plight.

It was obvious the game had moved to a new level. In the low light we could see Sybil standing absolutely nude facing the camera with Trevor behind her holding her in an embrace. Her arms were pinned backward. Her breasts were dark red from his abuse and we could clearly see moisture making its way down her upper thighs.

Sybil’s face told the entire story. She was the only one of the four amigos that had a serious boyfriend but so what; Now she had been really taken...screwed...fucked for the first time in her life...and as with me...it was by a very big black cock. She was visibly shaking all over, but as she turned to look backward at Trevor her expression was very revealing. She was shaking because of the exposure. She tried feebly to move him back to the warmth of his bed.

Trevor held her in position in front of the camera looking over her shoulder with a Cheshire cat grin. He nodded and I watched in amazement as Miles got up and headed down the hall. Sybil’s position had been a signal.

A moment later he came into view behind Trevor. Miles erection was an enormous work of art. The exchange was perfectly timed. There was no evidence that Sybil even knew that Miles had replaced Trevor. Gently Miles returned her to the bed as Trevor slipped out leaving the open door behind them.

I have to admit I was very aroused by the blacktizing of my good friend. In some strange way it explained so much about my fall from grace in the white community. I had made a mistake and everything happened to me as a result of my criminal activity and the seductive outfit I was wearing...Sybil had fallen victim to a cute black face, a strong drink or two, a seductive outfit, and a loving black charmer who moved her along quickly. Clearly, I was the one with the firmer constitution. It had taken so much more for the black guys to get me.

Bobby and Jamal had move out to the kitchen for drinks just as Trevor returned up the hall. I was still seated on the couch still breast feeding little Dickson. Trevor walked over to the side of couch and presented a very flaccid phallus for my inspection. I reached for it with my free hand and within in moments Caroline Webster was appreciating one large soft black dick, while breast feeding her black baby, while watching the TV monitor, as her closest friend was flat on her back in bed taking on her second black lover of the evening. I was literally shaking with erotic emotion. The four or five black brothers still lounging across the room were obviously torn between watching Sybil on the monitor and watching Caroline in real life.

Miles was doing Sybil vigorously. He had placed her missionary style on the bed as he gently kissed her deeply. I watched as he drove into her aggressively after a little foreplay. Her moan could be heard both on the TV and coming down the hall from the room at the same time.

In a matter of minutes they were working together on the bed and I was matching with Trevor working his cock in my mouth.

The bedroom door had been left open. Sybil’s moans came floating down the hall interrupted only by Miles grunting from time to time as he deposited his black seed deep in her white belly. This went on for some time...over and over Miles climaxed, she moaned, until finally everything came together in one very large release for both of them.

Miles looked at the camera with a most exhausted expression.

Bobby was the last to go down the hall to meet Sybil and offer his condolences on her condition. Our last views on the TV were of Sybil standing absolutely nude in front of Bobby as he sat on the side of the bed bringing her most sensitive parts directly to his waiting lips. Her moans went out of control and no one knew better than I what he was doing to achieve these results. Finally, Bobby directed her as she meekly moved into the bed on top of Bobby and onto his beautiful erection.

The lights faded.

Sometime later there was a shuffling noise in the hall and Bobby reappeared. He was smiling from ear to ear. His pride was absolutely glowing.

He walked over to me and opened the front of my Caftan completely. I had finished breast feeding and had placed little Dickson in his crib in the other room, but my nipples were still distended and damp. One at a time he consumed them as I stood there. Bobby pulled back a little and smiled,

“What a lovely young lady your Sybil is...for good reasons she is resting. Fell sound asleep. All I had to do was lie down beside her and gently rubbed her back. I think she may be in bed for the night.”

Just then Jamal came up the hall from the bathroom. It was clear Jamal was in charge when it came to me,

“Guys Caroline needs a good night’s rest. I think she and I are going to call it quits for tonight.”

His simple statement brought everything to a halt. The TV was turned off. Dickson picked up the empty glasses and head to the kitchen.

Miles was slowly drifting off to sleep in the chair.

Jamal led me back the hall toward my bedroom while Trevor followed along as far as the door to the room where Sybil was sleeping.

Jamal and I hesitated in the hall to watch as Trevor slid his clothes off and moved into bed with Sybil. She murmured as he turned her toward him and wrapped her arms around his neck. We quietly shut the door and continued on our way to the back bedroom. All was quiet in the condo.

I was certain my good Amigo was going to wake up in the morning with one big surprise followed by another. She would quickly begin to realize, as I did...she was now a very different woman.

Together Jamal and I checked on our baby. All was well so we went directly across the hall to my room leaving both doors open so I could hear little Dickson if he need me in the night.

Jamal quickly showed me how loving he could be. He was attentive to my every need and desire, spoken or unspoken. We showered together, he dried me carefully from top to bottom, literally, and we made our way into the large bed. Neither of us wore a stitch of clothing.

Jamal quickly proved several things to the new mother of his baby boy. First on the list he proved she had lost absolutely no sex appeal. I turned toward him as he found my enlarged breasts and distended nipples. I cannot describe the contentment as he tenderly embraced them. His enormous member found my vaginal lips and gently separated them as we climaxed together.

We drifted off to sleep together with my right nipple lost between his lips and our arms locked around one another.

I did hear some shuffling later, during the night, but it was not sufficient to wake me and Jamal was out like a light.

Around three in the morning I was awakened by a combination of my uncomfortable breasts and little Dickson’s quiet noises from across the hall which were telling me he was hungry. I wanted Jamal to rest. I knew how tired he must be. I snuck out of bed, put on the little blue robe, went across to find the baby, and move out to the living room to feed him. You would be amazed how in tune this little black guy and I had become.

As I passed down the hall I could not help but stop and check on Sybil. Her bedroom door was standing part way open. She was nude and soundly wrapped around Trevor. I could see little else, but I could hear heavy breathing. They were asleep together.

In the semidarkness I found the big easy chair and little Dickson and I began our loving little process. In no time, he was wrapped in my arms and I was actually half asleep as he fed.

As I sat there enraptured by his feeding, my eyes adjusted and I became aware that several guys were now sleeping on the couches or the floor. There must have been five of them, at least.

It took twenty minutes to finish with little Dickson and slip back down the hall...place a happy little Dickson in his crib...and quickly returned to the comfort of Jamal’s enormous arms. That was it for the night.

Morning light was streaming in the window when I was next awakened by stirring across the hall. Once again he needed me. Nothing he did was annoying. His were little noises of love. He needed me and I needed him. Even changing him was a delight. He was mine. I looked forward to being with him...and my breast appreciated his attentions as well. There was a large easy chair in his room so I opened my Caftan completely, sat down, and brought the little black lover to my breast. It was so private. I looked down at this perfect face in the morning light. I was still startled by the contrast of his little black body against mine. His blackness was a shock. His perfection was a reward.

No outsider seeing him for the first time would say he was anything but black and yet I could so easily pick out my features in his face...for example, the set of his eyes was Mandingo, wide and big and dark, but his nose was mine. His lips surrounding my right nipple said he was definitely related to Jamal, but his cute ears belonged to me.

Twenty minutes later little Dickson was comfortable and asleep. I place him back in his crib, wrapped my Caftan around my large beasts, and headed out of the room and down the hall toward the kitchen to get some breakfast.

There were three younger black guys still lounging on pillows in the living room. They startled me. I could not tell if they were sleeping or not. I quickly passed on through, without a word, to get a much needed cup of coffee from the kitchen.

Upon my return with the coffee one stood up and offered me a seat on the couch. Although no one had said a word it was clear it was best for me to stay. I rewrapped my Caftan around my nude body and sat down carefully. The one who had offered the seat sat close beside me, while one at a time the other two moved pillows over and lounged against the couch at my feet.

Nothing more was said. They seemed contented to just be close to me and watch as I sipped my coffee. There was no question that pride was written all over their faces.

I tried to recall if I knew them. After some study, I began to remember having been with each of them somewhere before, but couldn’t place it. As I continued with my coffee, I went through a very large inventory of black men who had sexed me and loved me during my summer at Bobby’s. None of them fit. These were strikingly younger with a rap gangsta look.

I was half way through my coffee before the one next to me identified himself as Matt’s younger brother, Charlie. I “knew” Matt very well from my summer “program”, but I Charlie was much younger.

Just that one piece of information began to tie thing together. A light bulb came on in my head. These were some of the black guys who had frequently approached the amigos at the mall. These were the young guys we teased, titillated and rejected many times. These were the young “criminal types” we had tittered about. “No way would any white girl ever do anything with something as low as them”.

I quietly asked a question of Charlie,

“Do all of you know me from the shopping mall?”

His face lit up.

He moved closer.

“We sure do.”

Then he began to talk about the many times they had followed my group at the mall. Charlie moved even closer as he began to describe how we white girls made them feel. He went on about how tempting our outfits were...how we walked...how we flirted and yet how unapproachable and untouchable we were. He went on about how tempting our outfits were...how we walked...how we flirted and yet how unapproachable and untouchable we were.

They would come on to us hoping they could get to know us, but they knew we would treat them like dirt. They knew we looked at them as the lowest form of life, black hoodlums, but they were so drawn to us and turned on they continued the chase, with the vain hope one of us would weaken and fall into their trap.

Charlie was not being mean in any way as he talked. In fact it was a sad story. They had very little to impress us with except their swagger and they so wanted to know us.

His comments turned to how things had changed. A smile crossed his face as he reached over, opened my caftan and found my breast. The two others seated on the floor moved closer. Together they described how conceited and distant we white girls had been in days gone by as they moved my legs apart and let their fingers play upward. A quiet moan escaped my lips. I knew they could do anything they wanted with me and I could not protest. The situation was such a turn on for me.

It was such a victory for them. I had been blacktized...knocked up black...sexed by a lot of different black guys...and had finally given birth to a black baby. I was sitting their nude under a very thin robe, having just breast fed my baby and now open and spread to their will. It was clear the tables had turned...Bobby had made sure that the blacks in the hood now owned me. I shuddered.

I could feel my face getting flush with erotic emotion.

There was such satisfaction in their voices as they remembered that I was the leader of the gang of conceited girls...the most seductive...the one in the middle...blond, blue eyes...a consummate flirt...the one that antagonized them the most and now I was the young mother of a black baby. They found it rewarding that with a nod from Bobby they could have me whenever they wanted.

While they were talking another tall young black quietly walked in from the bedroom and slid into an empty chair. He looked at us with a broad smile and fell back exhausted. One of the two fellows, resting on pillows at my feet, got up and headed back the hall toward the bedrooms. It was just too obvious. I had to say something to Charlie sitting beside me,

“Is he going back there to take a nap? Have you guys been here all night?”

He moved even closer and his right hand slid further under my Caftan to take my breast even firmer. I felt like his property. I had no desire to stop him. His hand gently lifted my enlarged breast and used it to turn me toward him a bit. The two guys on the floor looked up avidly as he took my distended right nipple between his fingers and gently pulled. I shuddered automatically and wrapped his black head in my arms positioning him the way I held little Dickson. His lips found me immediately and he tenderly worked away at me. After several minutes he released and looked up with a smile,

“My you taste good, Caroline. I could so easily take a nap right here in your beautiful arms. We are a tired bunch of niggers here this morning. Bobby has a train rolling in that back bed room which has been running all night. Every nigger here has been a passenger on the Sybil express. Mel there just went back to use up his third or fourth ticket.”

He laughed and settled down even closer to me.

I needed no more. It was clear my best friend, Sybil had been thoroughly blactized and was being used by all of them. In fact, now that I was more aware of what was going on, I could distinctly hear moans and other erotic sounds coming up the hall from her bedroom.

I asked Charlie.

“Is Bobby still here? Did he spend the night also?”

He snuggled to my breast,

“Naw...he got the train moving...and then went on his way after the third or fourth passenger had paid for a ticket. He knew she was on automatic pilot and the train would keep rolling all night. Tickets were free.”

He laughed and dropped his head to consume my breast again signaling the conversation was over.

The realization that these blacks now dominated me so completely, and the new knowledge that Sybil had joined me, created such erotic feelings for me.

I moved closer to Charlie making room for one of the others to join me on the other side. My hint was obvious. A moment later, I was between two very young, very black, very energetic, young men each treating me as if I were the most precious woman on earth. They opened my robe completely and came to my breasts like a pair of twins. I cuddled them lovingly as they enjoyed. I could not have found more kind considerate lovers and by the looks on their faces...they were most proud of their positions.

It was amazing how inconsiderate black gangstas thugs at the shopping mall could change into such gentlemen when loved. I looked down into their faces...their eyes were shut...slight traces of my lactate escaped around their lips...their black hands cradled my enlarged beast to the position they desired. Occasionally one would look up at me. Their expressions exhibited such pride. A blacktized white girl was such a prize, such a trophy and being close to her gave them such a personal promotion. They were winners. It seemed to change their entire outlook on life.

I was sitting between two of them, with two on the floor at my feet enjoying my spread legs, when Jamal came into the room from the hall. His wide smile quelled any anxiety I might have had. He came over, kissed me gently, and continued on to the kitchen for coffee.

SYBIL’S RETREAT

It was early afternoon when Bobby returned to the condo. I was in the living room on the couch. Baby Dickson was sound asleep back in his bedroom. I stood up as he came into the room and Bobby acknowledged me with a gentle hug and a sweet kiss.

He then greeted the young guys in the room with a series of high fives. Right away he began to question them about what happened during the night and effortlessly he got details of Sybil’s activities. The group of guys seem delight to get embarrassingly frank with Bobby about all that had gone on back in the bedroom with Sybil.

After a few minutes he turned to me and asked about Jamal. I told him he had come out for coffee but was back asleep. He asked about Trevor. I told him I had not seen him but I assumed he was sleeping somewhere in a back bedrooms as well.

Bobby stepped over and turned on the TV. The picture was dark, but one could clearly make out Sybil flat on her back with her white body contrasting with the outline of a very black young male slowly working very gently and very seductively between her spread legs. They could not be more locked together...lips...arms...bodies...and legs.

Bobby came back to sit beside me. He watched the monitor for a short while and then turned to Charlie,

“Was she able to keep it going all night? I hope you guys got all you wanted, but more important I hope she got what she needed as well.”

Bobby received assurances from several of the young black guys. Sybil had received plenty of attention during the night.

Miles spoke for the group,

“Trevor told us her tight little pussy took the initial plunges with a lot of difficulty, but once he had her under way...no one else had a bit of a problem. Things went just as you wanted. She got every dick here at least twice. We went after her all night and you are going to find one very well serviced girl back there this morning.”

He laughed.

Bobby reached down and enclosed one of my distended nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He gently massaged, I moaned and brought him toward me just as he murmured,

“Caroline, forgive me, but I have got to go back and get thing organized for Sybil. It is going to take a while.”

He turned toward the group,

“I want this girl to get attention while I am gone.”

He smiled at the two guys waiting for me, got up and walked away toward the bedrooms.

Everything went very quiet in the room. My two young lovers returned to the couch and encased me between them as they gently returned to my breasts.

Once again this warm comfortable feeling came over me. I was sitting between two loving black guys. I was embracing both of them to my breasts like lovers. They were relaxed, about half asleep, in the comfort of my arms. There was only a slight murmur, now and then, as they nuzzled at my breasts. I felt so secure.

A third had move up between my bare legs and was tenderly nuzzling by body just below my tattoo. He was obviously exhausted from the events with Sybil. He was so gentle. He moved higher and I felt his erection come against my body right where it belonged. I moaned he moved inward and we climaxed immediately. Finished he slipped back down to the floor between my legs.

I started to slowly reflect on events in my life. It was amazing how far Caroline Webster had come. All that had happened to me this past year could be very disquieting if it were not for my beautiful black baby and the many black men who now treated me like absolute royalty.

Bobby was the main man in my life. He was in charge of everything. He was a pimp, a promoter, a businessman, and the man with contacts throughout the hood. He called all the shots, he was very busy, but there was no question I was his main interest. One way or another he assured that my needs were all met and I was a busy happy lady.

Jamal also played a very important role in my life. He was little Dickson’s biological father. He owned this condo and insisted I live here. He supported me in every way and was a so proud of me and our baby. There was one pending complication with Jamal. He was scheduled to go on active duty with the army very soon and leave for a tour in Panama. As far as I knew he would be gone for over a year, minimum. This gave me a haunting feeling. He was the man that started all this and he provided a solid rock for me. He was mature and successful. It worried me that he had to leave for a while.

Then there was Dickson. He was the legal father of Little Dickson and very close to us in every way. He was at my side as a husband and father should be. He was about my age, aggressive, and very proud to be associated with a cute white girl as his wife. To my knowledge he had been more than willing to sign the birth certificate. It made everything look so much better for me at the hospital. My tattoo...his name...his age all were far less embarrassing than if my real breeder had signed. Only one major drawback...the baby and I had no legal connection to Jamal anymore and Dickson was way young and unemployed. None the less...he was here for me without question.

Travis was another go-to black guy for me. He had been part of my blacktizing and was now a permanent part of my world. He had paid a big price...as you remember...to be with me. His face was filled with pride and emotion whenever he was around me. He was my black man in waiting...always ready to assist me...literally.

In addition, Matt, Charlie, Miles and Trevor were all closely involved in my world. With Bobby’s permission, each had regular access to me and in return would do anything I asked.

It was about twenty minutes later when Bobby reappeared and slid down beside me on the couch giving me in a hug and ending my reflections on my existence.

It was clear the night was over. One after another the black guys lounging around the room came over to kiss me goodbye, and departed.

After the last was gone, Bobby looked down at me with his salacious smile,

“Hey sweetheart, your girlfriend is awake back there in the bed room. I left her sitting in the bed in a daze. I am going back to “help” her get a shower and put something on. I brought new things for her to wear. I am afraid the stuff she had on yesterday is not suitable anymore. She is a new girl and needs to dress appropriately. You know what I mean.”

He tugged at my caftan, and smiled widely as he stood up.

“After I am done with her, I am going to be on my way. I got lots to do down in the hood. I will catch up with you here later.”

He hesitated and looked back at me,

“She will probably be loaded with questions for you. Remember, you know nothing...nothing about where you are...nothing about what happened...nothing about who made it happen...understand? You are to be kind and considerate and help her anyway you can. She will be going through quite an adjustment today as you well know.”

I looked at him and smiled,

“Yes, sir... I understand exactly.”

I did understand exactly. My amigo was now a fully blacktized white girl and it served no purposed for me to discuss this with her. I would simply be her sweet friend and let little Dickson’s charms reaffirm the wonderful possibilities of her new role.

Bobby turned and disappeared down the hall toward Sybil’s room. Over the next twenty minutes there were a few muffled sounds emanating from back in the bedroom area. I slipped back the hall to make sure everything was ok with my little family. Jamal was still asleep. Little Dickson was as well.

Sybil and Bobby were the only other people here in the condo so my return back to the living room was quite slow as I let my ears spy on what Bobby was doing with my good amigo. It was entertaining to say the least.

I hesitated outside their bedroom door as I could clearly hear sounds that I recognized from my past; sounds that are forever indelibly etched in my memory. Sybil was getting a very special wake up experience from Bobby. Her moans were deep and somewhat muffled. My imagination went wild with visions of how he had her...what he was doing to her...and a strong jealousy grew within me. I could not help it.

Bobby is nothing but the lowest form of pimp, and what he did to me over the past many months is legendary in the hood, but in that moment, spying there in the hall, I realized how close I had become to him, and how much I needed continuing assurance from him. I needed what only he could provide. Standing there in the hall, I slowly opened my robe...looked down at my nude beautiful body...and studied the tattoo just above my blond pubic area. It gave me such reassurance to see his name forever right there. In every way Bobby owned me. I continued on my way to the living room with a calm resolution.

Bobby was the one who took care of me when I needed it. He is the one who ultimately put together the program that provided the correct answer for my black pregnancy. Rather than going through with a terrible decision to end my pregnancy, I became a blacktized young white girl with a beautiful black baby. It was such a wonderful thing; such a source of pride. Bobby was proud. I was a source of pride for every black guy...young and old...who now knew me. My role was irreversible...nothing would change it...nothing could change it.

I found a good book...a good cup of coffee...and a great place in the corner of the large couch to relax. My gown fell open revealing my nude sex including my tattoo. I left it that way enjoying the relaxing feeling of my connection to Bobby gave me.

About thirty minutes later I heard quiet noises and Bobby and Sybil slowly came down the hall. He was carefully supporting her as her steps were very hesitant and uncertain. His smile was remarkable, possessive...scandalous.

Sybil was looking down at the floor as they move along. Everything about her was startling. Her dark hair was brought up on top of her head, held in place by a wide African head band. Her makeup was “colorful”, but very becoming. It was obvious considerable had been done to hide “love” marks on her neck and face. She was wearing a caftan; bright red, and very short; held in place by a woven narrow belt and cute small sandals.

Sybil had been blacktized in a most remarkable fashion.

Bobby brought her over to stand in front of me. I made no effort to cover up. My breasts and my tattoo were on display. I knew it was what he would want and, honestly, it was what I wanted as well. I wanted Sybil to know I belonged to Bobby. One glance at Bobby told me I had done the right thing.

I had, had an unjustified jealous response to Sybil’s involvement. Displaying my body and seeing Bobby’s reaction placated that for me.

Neither, Sybil or I said a word.

After displaying Sybil in front of me Bobby turned her to sit next to me. He stood in front of us and reached out for my right hand and brought it over to enclose it in Sybil’s hands which were resting in her lap. She held it warmly. That communicated so much. We were still amigos.

Bobby stood looking down at the two of us.

‘Ladies, my ladies...I am way late...I have got to get down to the hood. Caroline, I have a limo coming to run an errand with this beautiful girl and then take her back to her car. It will be here shortly, have a lookout for it and make sure she gets on her way, ok?”

“Yes,”

I whispered.

“Sybil, my love, you have my cell number, call me tomorrow as we discussed, understand?”

She nodded yes. I then heard those famous words I knew so well,

“None of that nodding shit girl...I want to hear that beautiful voice.”

“Yes, sir I will call you as you want. Thank you for helping me this morning.”

In that moment...with those few words...I knew all I needed to know about my amigo. She was blacktized, and fully on board with Bobby and his perverted ways.

Bobby bent down and kissed me thoroughly on the lips, mouth throat; his hands opened my caftan further and found both my enlarged breasts. Right there, in front of Sybil, they both received a long wet kiss. There could not have been a more reassuring greeting on his part. His kisses told me I was still number one, for sure.

He then moved one step over to Sybil and delivered the same message. When finished with her he turned and made his way out the front door.

Sybil and I sat in stunned silence; not a word, not a movement, for several minutes. Finally, she turned toward me on the couch and tightened her grip on my hand.

“Caroline, do you know what they did to me last night? There were so many. They were so big. They were all black.”

Her eyes filled with emotional tears, she went silent and just looking off into space. I became worried she would be asking a lot of question I was not allowed to answer. That was not the case.

We sat in silence. There was nothing to say. There were no questions to ask. We both knew what had happened last night and what we now shared as two white girls in a very black world. I held her in my arms against my nude breasts and she rested.

There was a knock at the front door. I crossed the room to answer it. A tall black driver I had seen before was standing in front of me with a broad smile.

“I’m here to take Sybil to Treys Gallery and then deliver her on to her car at the mall when they have finished with her. Is she ready?

I looked over my shoulder to watch Sybil trying to keep her Caftan closed as she stood up. It was clear she had nothing on under it. Her much abused body was momentarily visible to me and the driver as well. It was a shocking picture of what a night in bed with black men can do to an attractive white girl.

I looked straight at the driver and smiled,

“Yes, I think she is very ready, sir.”

He grinned at me and audibly murmured as she came toward him...then they were on their way out the door into his waiting vehicle.

The driver glanced back toward me...his face was filled with that taboo pride I now knew so well.

NEW LIFE

The weeks began to pass swiftly in an easy wonderful way. My life became predictable for the first time since I was in high school, but it did not have the one previous negative element...boredom.

My parents and the entire white world were no longer a factor. I had no contact with my parents after the day my mother told me I was welcome to come home after I “got rid” of the black baby. In addition, the one conversation I had with the amigos at the mall that day and the night when Sybil visited here at the condo...were the only times I had talked to any people from my white life. I had no idea what happened to Sybil after her night at the condo. No one including Sybil knew how to get in touch with me and I was not out in public enough to run into anyone.

Little Dickson was the center of my world. He was growing like a little weed. He seemed to have jumped forward every time I stopped to study him. I loved to be with him...to care for him...to feed him. He was such a stable influence in my life.

Bobby made sure Little Dickson and I had the best medical care. The limo came each week to take us to an appointment at the Woman’s Health Clinic. We were both doing fine.

My doctor recommended I continue breast feeding as long as possible. That was fine with me. The doctor assured me that continued breast feeding was a fairly good form of birth control and the only one he was “permitted” to recommend for me.

I was healthy, little Dickson was healthy and the process of feeding him was an absolute sensual joy.

My shape had returned quickly and it was a new wonderful normal. I was once again the very cute, slim girl I used to be...with a couple very attractive improvements. My breasts were remarkably bigger and shapely, my hips were a little wider and I had a little attractive tummy. Bobby clearly approved of the subtle changes in my shape and told me so frequently. Jamal and Dickson also complemented me very often.

Jamal and Bobby frequently brought me new outfits which seemed designed to emphasize my new shape. They provided lovely options in my limited wardrobe.

The weeks passed quickly. I loved this attractive big condo. It was spacious. Little Dickson had the cutest nursery. My room was Jamal’s lovely master suite and bath. Jamal was here with me frequently...when his Army duties allowed. There were four other bedroom suites...smaller and for the most part unoccupied except for one room which had been organized for Donna and her new born. Travis told me Donna and her new baby would be in and out as dictated by her home life.

In addition to Jamal’s attentions, Bobby had his man Travis on assignment to look after me. He came and went frequently and assured I had anything I asked for.

Travis knew me well going clear back to the time he got in trouble dancing with me. On more than one occasion he told me his one misstep that day had cost him dearly. I did not know exactly what that meant, but he certainly was dedicated to my well being. He was assigned to assure that everything in my life was in accord with Bobby’s desires. He was so kind but he had strict limits when it came to anything physical. He would often kiss me including my breasts, but beyond that my body was off limits for him. I wondered if it would continue once it was ok for me to have sex again.

Bobby came over almost every evening to check on things and be with me. If Jamal, Travis, or Dickson were here they always found necessary activities outside the condo once Bobby arrived.

Physically, Bobby established his own limits with me and somehow they were exactly what I needed. He was back to everything except actual intercourse.

Frequently, Bobby exposed me to black male visitors...Trevor, Raymod, Isaiah, Rashid and others. Most often he was with them but sometimes he permitted them to come alone like an actual date for me. They were wonderful guys. I was the center of attention and to a man they approved of everything about me.

Our little “dates” were unusual. We mostly stayed in the condo, but occasionally one or the other would take me out to the park or a store. When they were with me they were overcome with the black taboo pride.

They took me out in public more and more and I was always accompanied by a very black, very cute, little baby boy. It was remarkable how Little Dickson changed how the world looked at me.

For example, Trevor took Little Dickson and me to the shopping mall one bright sunny Wednesday. Every person we saw went out of their way to stare at the three of us. They would actually come clear across the corridor to examine the baby more closely in his carriage. The looks they gave me were like poison...however they were probably far better than the looks the Amigos and I had given the fat white ladies with half breed kid during our safaris.

Eventually, Bobby wanted me to spend a full afternoon at the mall with a group of young black guys. It was nice to be out for a while. I will never forget how they acted around me. Each of them had a most obvious, possessive, proud smile. They treated me like such a lady. They insisted on holding my hand as we walked along. They carried Little Dickson while simultaneously leading me. What a nice memory.

I had become accustomed to the “tribal way” these handsome black guys handled me. They were so proud. I felt so loved

CHANGES IN THE WIND

Three months at the condo passed so quickly. Soon it was late spring. The weather had turned very nice for upstate New York.

Little Dickson was nine weeks old when Bobby arranged a special appointment for the two of us with his Doctor. Bobby’s limo took us to the clinic for a checkup for Little Dickson and a complete physical for me. It took most of the day, but it was worth every minute.

The results were grand,

...both of us were in excellent health.

...Little Dickson was big...at the ninety six percentile in both height and weight.

...I was completely back to normal and told I could return to full sexual activity.

...I asked about contraception and the doctor told me to continue breast feeding as he had indicated before.

Jamal’s army guard unit had been transferred to Panama just as he expected. He had been promoted and was going to be down there for a lengthy tour...maybe as much as eighteen months.

Jamal departed the day after my doctor appointment and just after he left there was a major change in our living arrangements. Donna moved into the condo with her new-born daughter and her two year old daughter. Both of her kids were very black and very cute.

There was plenty of room for them. She had a two bedroom suite with a bathroom between. Her rooms were at the other end of the hall and, if no effort was made, I would never see them. I had Jamal’s master suite and Little Dickson had a nursery across the hall from me.

My routine continued with frequent visitors but no changes in the “rules”. I loved these guys and frankly started to go wonkers wondering when Bobby would allow someone to return my sex life to normal.

It was a Saturday morning in late May when Travis came over to take me out for a while. Bobby had sent for me. Travis instructed me to put on a dark red caftan he had brought along.

We were headed to Bobby’s place in the hood. I was excited. It took just a few minutes for me to shower, fix my hair, and get dressed. I had not been out of this lovely condo very often...short walks with Little Dickson, a few shopping trips to the mall, and a couple drives over to the park for longer walks. This was going to be a real change of pace.

Donna was going to look after Little Dickson while I was gone and that was such a relief. She was so competent, so loving and she was able to breast feed him at the proper time if I was not back. I was free for a little adventure with Travis and Bobby. What else could I ask for?

Travis used Bobby’s black limo and driver. This had to be a special event for sure. It was warm for early July and the thin Caftan I was wearing was comfortable as well as attractive. I felt very sexy from the moment I slipped it on, and Travis, being Travis, assured that every inch of the trip was further sexual titillation. When we arrived at Bobby’s Travis led me into the house, seated me in the sun porch, and continued on inside, ostensibly to let Bobby know I had arrived.

I had not been here at 2247 West Branch in a long time. I got up and moved around studying things on the sun porch and into the living room. I was reassuring that nothing had changed. Everything was just as I remembered and the place still had that strange sweet odor.

In about ten minutes Bobby came walking in to take my hand as we sat down together on the couch I knew so well. He was dressed impeccably black and smelled incredibly good. He seemed so serious, so business like.

“Caroline, thank you for coming over. I have something very important I want to do today.

Upstairs in your old room Travis has laid out an outfit for you. I had it purchased for you yesterday. Go up now and change clothes. When you are finished come down for a little conference. I will be right here.”

I acknowledged his instructions with a kiss on his cheek, but I had so many additional questions as I got up and headed up to the bedroom.

What a short disappointing conversation. Didn’t he know I missed him? Didn’t he know I was approved by the doctor for physical contact? Didn’t he realize how damn sexy I looked and felt wearing this caftan. Why did he do little beyond holding my hand and sitting beside me at a distance?

My room looked exactly as it had when I was last here. Its Spartan furnishings had not changed a bit. A large comfortable bed, a large dresser with big mirrors opposite the foot of the bed, a TV monitor up in the corner, and other small items were all that occupied the room, but in a strange way it felt like home. I took a moment to look around and study myself in the mirror.

So this was the cute white girl who had sex month after month, with well over sixty five different black guys in this little room. What a wild erotic story when you look back at it. She was outrageously naive. In the beginning Bobby convinced her, these guys came here to pay for her pills so she could get back her normal life. But reality was there were only false pills and no bills. She was just a scrupulously, beautiful, whore for Bobby. Jamal had knocked her up and Bobby kept her that way for many reasons, but one was definitely to profit from here condition.

What a grand deception Bobby had pulled off. As I looked at my image in the mirror it actually caused me to break out in a smile. My decision to have a termination had been overridden by Bobby’s determination. He won but I won in the end. Little Dickson had a smile that stole my heart. It was such a joy to watch him trying to smile and breast feed at the same time. He filled the room with such joy. He won the heart of every single person who looked at him. I loved him more than I ever thought I could love anything or anybody.

A new very attractive outfit had been laid out on the bed; a tailored light blue suit that highlighted my eyes, expensive beige blouse, fancy light hosiery and black four inch heels. It all fit perfectly. Twenty minutes later I looked like a million as I headed out of the room.

Bobby was coming down the hall. It was clear he had heavy things on his mind. He took my hand and turned leading me down the hall toward the front of the house. My excitement grew as he led the way into his master bedroom. But I had to admit a little disappointment as he continued across the room to the window that looked out over the driveway. He put his arm around me and moved me forward until he could point out my blue mustang parked below.

My car looked like new, all clean and shiny. Someone had really detailed it. I had not seen it for over a year. I knew it was stored somewhere. Bobby had told me a couple times it was safe and under cover.

J