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Nancy 6 01


Nancy and Her Black Lover (MF, preg, interr)
By SandyWho
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by law to read electronically transmitted erotic
material, please go do something else.

Nancy is a dear friend I have never met. An online
acquaintance who became a sister. She told me about
the baby she is carrying, her black lover's child. I
cried when she told me of the love she had for another
man and how he had broken their engagement when he
learn of her carelessness. I shared in the joy of her
decision to have her lover's baby, and I longed for
the baby I had once miscarried, my own black lover's
child. This is Nancy's story, and perhaps my own as

Nancy met her fiancée at college. She was a virgin
when they met but within a few weeks she was eagerly
exploring her own sexuality and learning how to please
him. She was madly in love and knew she was complete,
a woman with a man, a man that would love her and give
her children. She was devastated when she caught him
cheating, her carefully structured romance and perfect
future destroyed. A few months later, he pleaded with
her to take him back, foolishly she did.

They became engaged but Nancy felt unfulfilled. She
had only known her fiancée as a sex partner and had a
secret desire to try another, or perhaps two. It
wasn't that she was a slut, she just wanted to try
something reckless, dangerous, with a romantic
stranger. A fantasy? Yes, enjoyable and safe since
she knew she would never really go looking, but then
again, if the opportunity came along… And her fantasy
came true one night a few months later.

She was out with her girlfriends at a dance club.
They teased her into asking the black disk jockey if
she could dance with him in his booth. One thing led
to another and she was still with him when the place
closed. He wanted her to go an after-hours club. At
first she said no, but he intimidated her with talk of
her being scared to be seen with a black man, or what
would her whiteboy think if she was hip hopping with
the brothers at the club?

Recklessly, she left with this stranger, but they
didn't go to the club. He told her needed to go to
his apartment to change. They drove in her car,
smoking a joint along the way. Her head was spinning
and she was laughing too loudly as they stumbled
through the door of his place. He started kissing her
neck and lips, his hands wandering over places she
knew she should stop. But she responded, feeling his
heat and the passion built from the music, alcohol and
drugs. Sensing her willingness, he started tearing at
her clothes, kissing her now exposed naked breasts.
She tried to stop him- this was going to far, well
beyond the necking and flirting with a handsome black
stranger she wanted. She blamed herself for being so
foolish to think she could control the situation.

He was strong and hungry for her body. He ignored her
struggles and protests, carrying her to his bedroom
and began stripping off his clothes. She knew she was
about to be raped but then she thought, "Why am I
acting like a victim?"

She had been looking for a one-night stand and he was
certainly the kind of powerful sexual animal she had
fantasized about. When she saw his thick, charcoal-
black manhood, she knew that this was exactly what she
wanted, what she needed before spending her life as
the faithful wife of an up and coming regional sales

Her black stranger was a marvelous lover, bringing her
to orgasm with his tongue, as he explored her body
with his black hands roaming over her pale breasts and
stomach. He instructed her on how he liked to have
his cock sucked and she became an eager pupil, her
blonde hair falling across his rippled stomach

She was hot, eager to feel him inside her, but still
cautious. What did she know of this man? His hands
and body were pressing to penetrate her, and she was
becoming desperate to feel his cock fill her pussy.
Over his kisses she asked him if he had "protection"?
He didn't but sensing her concern, he allowed her to
get the condom she kept in her purse. It had been in
there for months, just in case her fiancée had ever
wanted to do something daring and unplanned, like
making love in the park or an elevator.

Her black lover waited, his eyes enjoying her milky
white body as he stroked his hard black cock. She
hesitated, feeling guilty, remembering her fiancée,
for the pain it would cause him if he ever found out.
But in the back of her mind, she wondered if he would
be as faithful to their marriage vows as she intended
to be. This was going to her one-night fling, a
secret moment to last a lifetime of love and devotion.

She came willingly to her lover's bed, ready to
pleasure him and be pleasured. Using her lips and the
lessons he taught her, she made his cock grow even
harder and demanding. He allowed her to role the
condom onto his thick shaft, stretching it so thin
that she thought it might tear. She mounted him,
slowly, working his cock, back and forth, carefully
stretching her pussy to take him in. The whole time
he just watched, his dark face grinning as this white
girl worked hard to fit all of his black cock, to
pleasure him.

When she had finally mounted him, she began to ride
his black shaft up and down, slowly at first and as
her juices began to flow and lubricate, she rode
harder and faster, bringing herself to a sharp quick
orgasm. When her shudders subsided, he moved her on
to her back and mounted her, spreading her legs wide,
driving the full length of his black shaft hard and
deep into her eager pussy. He fucked her, bringing
her to brink of orgasm again and again, teasing until
she begged for him to fuck her more.

He withdrew his cock, she gasped, begging him to fill
her, to fuck her. He smiled and pulled off the
condom, then sank his black cock deep into her. She
cried with relief as he began to fuck her again, hard
and steady. She met his every thrust, her hips
pressing, lifting to take every inch of him deep
within her. With a roar he exploded, pouring his cum
into her as she was rocked with another orgasm.

At first she didn't realize what had happened. The
wet spot on the bed was huge from his cum and her
juices. The condom was empty, discarded on the floor
and with shock she suddenly remembered the joy of
feeling his hot cum jetting against her womb. She was
panicked and angered at his excuse that the rubber
didn't feel right. He reassured her that he didn't
have AIDS and that he was disease free. For some
reason she didn't even think about getting pregnant.

They made love again as the sun rose, this time with
more play and tenderness. After a few hours sleep,
she got dressed, kissed him goodbye forever, and
walked out the door.

It was mid-morning when she got back to the apartment
she shared with her girlfriend. She took a quick
shower and dressed for church. Her fiancée picked her
up and afterwards they drove to his parents' house for
Sunday dinner. She sat there in church listening to
the Pastor's sermon about marriage and family, but she
could only think of the black lover whose bed she had
shared. Later, as she listened to her fiancée's
parents talk about grandchildren, she wondered if
there was any chance that she was now carrying the
black strangers baby.

Three weeks later she knew she had missed her period.
It was not unusual for her to go five and even six
weeks between periods so at first she did not panic.
But soon, she knew the truth without having to take a
pregnancy test. At first she refused to think that
her secret night of passion resulted in the baby now
growing in her, but as she studied the calendar, she
knew only one man could be the father, a black man she
didn't even know.

An abortion was the only solution. But she was scared
and needed to talk to someone, to be reassured that
this was the right decision. She confided in her
roommate. Her roommate was stunned. Her nearly-pure
church going roomie was now pregnant by that black DJ
she picked up at the club last month? Oh, wow! How
cool to have a black baby and that fiancée was a big
jerk anyway. She should forget that asshole and go
find that black lover again. But together they went
to the abortion counseling at the campus health
service. She was frightened and scared, but sure of
what she needed to do. The nurse was very
understanding, comforting, and told her what choices
she had including having the baby and giving it up for
adoption. But there was a required waiting period and
she was also required to seek counseling before making
any final decision. When she asked to whom she should
turn for counseling, they told her that she could use
the services of the campus ministry or counseling

Nancy went to see the Pastor of her church. It was a
terrible decision. He recoiled in horror as she
described her night of betrayal with a black stranger
and her decision to have an abortion. Angrily called
her a slut, a whore, a bitch in heat, a white-trash
nigger-lover who would burn in hell for having an
abortion. She was shattered, tears flowing as his
hateful words hit her like bullets. But then his
anger turned to lust and he started to attack her, to
tear at her blouse and skirt. He pulled his puny
white dick from his pants, attempting to force her
head down to satisfy his rigid pencil.

She was terrified, then mad, screaming and kicking him
in his balls, she went running from his office. As he
lay doubled over on the floor he screamed at her to
never come back, that he would tell her fiancée.
There were a group of ladies from the congregation
setting up decorations for the Sunday service. They
heard the screams and shouts of anger, and several
recognized Nancy as she fled through the church
disheveled and crying.

She fled to her apartment, exhausted she collapsed,
crying herself to sleep. The pounding on the door
woke her. It was her fiancée, she was so happy to see
him, someone she loved and who loved her. She
desperately needed him to hold her, to help wash away
the horror of this day. He slapped her across the
face, spinning her back into the apartment. He stood
over her as she lay on the floor stunned, demanding
his engagement ring back. She lifted her hand and he
tore it from her finger, twisting it hurtfully. She
cowered from his anger as he slapped her head and arms
before storming off. She cried after him begging him
to forgive her but her never said a word.

When her roommate returned that evening, Nancy was
alone in the dark and thinking of suicide. She called
Nancy's parents begging for them to come. They had
already heard some terrible and hurtful words from the
fiancée and had been trying to reach her. But Nancy
had taken the phone off the hook to end the
threatening phone calls from the Pastor, warning her
not to tell anyone of his attempt to rape her.

Nancy went home to the comfort and love of her
parents. They were dismayed by her foolishness but
shocked by the actions of her fiancée and Pastor. Her
parents rebuilt her confidence and hopes for the
future. But they lived in a small town where nice
girls just do not date black men and, God forbid, do
not have their babies.

The time for an easy abortion was quickly running out
and Nancy returned to the college clinic. She asked
about the process for putting the baby up for adoption
and what she would have to do. The papers were
complicated and the process was long but finally she
was through them, except for one item: Who was the
father and did he also agree to give up his parental

She had no idea what his name was and wasn't sure she
could find her way back to his apartment. It would
not have been lying if she had said she didn't know
and left that section of the forms blank. But for
some reason she felt obligated to go find him and tell
him of her decision. She went back to the club where
they had met but he was not working there. Two clubs
later, she found him. He recognized her immediately
and told her how much he had missed fucking her
beautiful tight white pussy. He closed down early,
anxious to be with her, to make love to her.

Back at his apartment he took a quick shower and lay
naked on the sofa stroking himself, watching her
undress, savoring her trim white body. He told her to
come suck his cock, to show him that she had not
forgotten how. She had not. She worked her tongue
and lips over his head and shaft until he cried out
and exploded, cum shooting into her mouth, pouring
from her lips.

She waited for him to recover before telling him the
reason for her visit. At first he was suspicious,
wondering if she was trying to get him to marry her or
to give her money. She reassured him she only wanted
his consent on the papers. He hesitated, told her
that she was a great fuck and that he kind of liked
the idea of a white bitch having his baby. He asked
her what her whiteboy fiancée was going to say about
her having been fucked and bred by a nigger?

She broke down and told him the story, her tears
melting his heart and macho attitude. He comforted
her, told her she was a wonderful woman, and deserved
a better man.

She stayed the night and the next day with him. They
made love several times, his black cock filling her,
making her cry with pleasure and his tender kisses and
touch washed away hurt and anger. When it came time
for her to leave, she kissed him and told him she was
grateful to him, not just for the comfort he had given
her but for the baby she was now sure she wanted to
bring into this world.

He was surprised at how strongly he now felt towards
her, needing to protect her, to protect the woman who
would bear his child. He asked her to stay, but she
refused, but promised to visit him again in a few
weeks. They exchanged email addresses and phone

For several weeks, he called and emailed every day.
Her parents were not sure what to do. They knew this
was the black boy who had gotten their daughter
pregnant and wanted nothing to do with him. But at
the same time, Nancy seemed to appreciate his
attentiveness and opened up to him. Soon her belly
grew to where she could not disguise it anymore and
she moved back to the college town. Her old roommate
was now living with someone else and she knew no one

She called her lover and he insisted that she stay
with him for a week while she looked for an apartment.
The week became two, then three, and then two months
had passed. The whole time she shared his bed
satisfying his needs. Giving him her body in return
for shelter and his affection. Sadly, there was no
true love, just a relationship built around her
swelling belly.

As Nancy grew near her time she no longer talked about
putting her baby up for adoption. She knew that being
a single mom would be hard and she could never go to
home to raise her interracial child. Her lover said
he wanted to be a real father to the baby but she was
not sure that he would always be there for them. She
enjoyed being with him, being his lover, and was
content with her decision. In some ways she is
grateful that a night of passion with a black
stranger, a quick taste of the forbidden fruit, has
saved her from a lifetime with a man she would have
grown to hate.

I have not heard from Nancy in several weeks. I hope
that she is doing well. By now she has her brown baby
suckling at her pale breast. I often imagine myself
in her place and I am content knowing that I too would
have born my black lover's child.
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