NANCY AND HER LOVER By Sandy Who
Nancy is a dear friend I have never met. She has written to me about her black lover and the baby she is going to have, his baby. She didn't want his baby, she was in love with another man but he broke off their engagement when he found out she had become pregnant by a black man. Nancy met her fianc,e at college. She was a virgin when they met but within a few weeks she was eagerly trying out every position in the Kama Sutra. They broke up after she caught him cheating but after a few months, she took him back and they became engaged. But Nancy felt unfulfilled. She had only known her fianc,e as a sex partner and had 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, and one which she would never really look for, but then again, if the opportunity came along. who knows? And her fantasy came true one night several months ago. She was out with her girlfriends on a Saturday night and they teased her into asking the black disk jockey into to dancing with her in his booth. One thing led to another and she was still with him when the place closed. He wanted her to go with him to 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. And 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 make it to the club. He took her to his apartment and started kissing her. She responded, feeling his heat and the passion built from the all the music and alcohol. Then he started tearing her clothes off, kissing her now naked breasts. She tried to stop him, knowing that this was going to far, well beyond the necking and flirting with a handsome black stranger she thought might happen. 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 and wished her fianc,e would be. When she saw his thick, charcoal-black cock, 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 belly. 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 his cock 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 her kisses she asked him if he had "protection"? He didn't but sensing her concern, he allowed her to get the rubber 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 rubber onto his thick shaft, stretching it so thin that she thought it might tear. She mounted him, slowly, working his cock, back and forth, slowly stretching her pussy to take him in. The whole time he just watched 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 rubber, then sank his cock deep into her. She cried with relief as he began to fuck her, 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 rubber was empty, discarded on the floor. 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. The whole time she sat there in church listening to the Pastor's sermon about marriage and family, 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 before her period 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 she knew the truth. 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 but that was no help. 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 Nancy convinced her roomie to help her find an abortion clinic. She was frightened and scared, but sure of what she needed to do. The campus health service 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 required to seek counseling before making any final decision. When she asked whom she should turn to 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 called her a slut, a whore, a bitch in heat, white trash nigger lover, and refused to have her in his congregation. She was shattered, tears flowing as his hurtful words hit her like bullets. But then he started to attack her to tear at her blouse, to lift her 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 warned her never to come back, that he would tell her fianc,e. There were a group of ladies from the congregation that were setting up decorations for the Sunday service. They had 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. But he refused to come in; 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 and he slapped her head and arms several time before storming off. She cried after him to forgive her but her never said a word. When her roommate returned that evening, Nancy was alone and thinking of suicide. She called Nancy's parents begging for them to help. They had already heard some terrible and hurtful words from the fianc,e and had been calling. But Nancy had taken the phone off the hook, after she had gotten several 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. It dawned on her 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 let him know. 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, his 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 said no, but promised to visit him again in a few weeks. They exchanged email addresses and phone numbers. For several weeks, he kept calling and writing 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 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. Unfortunately, there is no true love, just a relationship built around her swelling belly. Nancy is near her time. She no longer talks about putting her baby up for adoption. Being a single mom will be hard and raising an interracial child will be harder. Her lover insists that he wants to be the father to the baby but she is not sure that he will be there for them. She enjoys being with him, being his lover, and is content with her decision. In some way 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 knows 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 baby suckling at her breast. I often imagine myself in her place and I am content knowing that I too would have born my black lovers child.
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Nancy is a dear friend I have never met. She has written to me about her black lover and the baby she is going to have, his baby. She didn't want his baby, she was in love with another man but he broke off their engagement when he found out she had become pregnant by a black man. Nancy met her fianc,e at college. She was a virgin when they met but within a few weeks she was eagerly trying out every position in the Kama Sutra. They broke up after she caught him cheating but after a few months, she took him back and they became engaged. But Nancy felt unfulfilled. She had only known her fianc,e as a sex partner and had 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, and one which she would never really look for, but then again, if the opportunity came along. who knows? And her fantasy came true one night several months ago. She was out with her girlfriends on a Saturday night and they teased her into asking the black disk jockey into to dancing with her in his booth. One thing led to another and she was still with him when the place closed. He wanted her to go with him to 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. And 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 make it to the club. He took her to his apartment and started kissing her. She responded, feeling his heat and the passion built from the all the music and alcohol. Then he started tearing her clothes off, kissing her now naked breasts. She tried to stop him, knowing that this was going to far, well beyond the necking and flirting with a handsome black stranger she thought might happen. 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 and wished her fianc,e would be. When she saw his thick, charcoal-black cock, 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 belly. 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 his cock 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 her kisses she asked him if he had "protection"? He didn't but sensing her concern, he allowed her to get the rubber 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 rubber onto his thick shaft, stretching it so thin that she thought it might tear. She mounted him, slowly, working his cock, back and forth, slowly stretching her pussy to take him in. The whole time he just watched 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 rubber, then sank his cock deep into her. She cried with relief as he began to fuck her, 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 rubber was empty, discarded on the floor. 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. The whole time she sat there in church listening to the Pastor's sermon about marriage and family, 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 before her period 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 she knew the truth. 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 but that was no help. 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 Nancy convinced her roomie to help her find an abortion clinic. She was frightened and scared, but sure of what she needed to do. The campus health service 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 required to seek counseling before making any final decision. When she asked whom she should turn to 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 called her a slut, a whore, a bitch in heat, white trash nigger lover, and refused to have her in his congregation. She was shattered, tears flowing as his hurtful words hit her like bullets. But then he started to attack her to tear at her blouse, to lift her 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 warned her never to come back, that he would tell her fianc,e. There were a group of ladies from the congregation that were setting up decorations for the Sunday service. They had 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. But he refused to come in; 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 and he slapped her head and arms several time before storming off. She cried after him to forgive her but her never said a word. When her roommate returned that evening, Nancy was alone and thinking of suicide. She called Nancy's parents begging for them to help. They had already heard some terrible and hurtful words from the fianc,e and had been calling. But Nancy had taken the phone off the hook, after she had gotten several 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. It dawned on her 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 let him know. 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, his 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 said no, but promised to visit him again in a few weeks. They exchanged email addresses and phone numbers. For several weeks, he kept calling and writing 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 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. Unfortunately, there is no true love, just a relationship built around her swelling belly. Nancy is near her time. She no longer talks about putting her baby up for adoption. Being a single mom will be hard and raising an interracial child will be harder. Her lover insists that he wants to be the father to the baby but she is not sure that he will be there for them. She enjoys being with him, being his lover, and is content with her decision. In some way 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 knows 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 baby suckling at her breast. I often imagine myself in her place and I am content knowing that I too would have born my black lovers child.
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