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Subject: {ASSM} NEW* Nancy and Her Black Lover (MF, preg, interr) SandyWho
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Nancy and Her Black Lover (MF, preg, interr)
By SandyWho
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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 
well.

Nancy met her fianc e 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 fianc e 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 
manager.

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 
muscles.

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 fianc e 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 fianc e, 
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 fianc e 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 fianc e'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 fianc e 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 
service.

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 fianc e.  
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 fianc e, 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 
fianc e 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 fianc e 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 
rights.

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 fianc e 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 
numbers.

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 
else.

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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