Black Baby
You moaned as he kissed you passionately, the bulge in his pants pressed against your stomach and made you wet for him. You licked your lips in anticipation. Your father was very tolerant of what you were about to do, while your mother was slightly against it because she didn't want you to face the misconception of your entire family line being destroyed if you got pregnant from coupling with a lover whose skin was dark as the night. But that didn't matter to you, not in this moment of heated passion where your dark skinned lover was helping you out of your clothes. "Do you have a condom?" you asked as you perky pale breasts bounced when he freed them from their black bra.
He smirked while shaking his head, your stomach constricted at that. You were nervous about taking him inside of your dripping wet snatch without protection. You weren't on the pill by personal choice, having relied on your lovers using condoms. You almost decided to not take the risk, but his massive brown hands playing with your tits made you think it would be worth it. "Ok, just pull out before you cum." you said pulling his pants off then his boxers. Swallowing as you saw his twelve inch girthy cock bounce in front of you, hard and ready to ****** your pussy upon itself. He didn't answer, he just pulled your pants and panties off of you and laid you down.
You spread your legs as far as they'd go and he lined up his cock with your entrance, looking you in the eye as he slowly thrust all the way in. You gasped and flinched as he was so massive you were surprised when he bottomed out inside of you. You could feel it, stuffed inside of your tight pussy, every inch stretching you wider than any of your previous lovers. He held there for just a second before pulling out to the tip and thrusting back in, you gave a whimpering moan of pleasure as he steadily began pounding your pussy. Stretching it out with his cock and touching your cervix with each thrust, the tip of his cock kissing the entrance of your womb.
You came in just seconds, your pussy having adapted to his girth and brutal pace. You knew you'd be sore in the morning but you didn't care. He smiled and sped up, holding your hips firmly in what you thought was love for you. "Gahh, you're going to be so beautiful white girl! Swelling with my *****, nrgh! A living reminder that my genes had penetrated your bloodline for generations, ahhh fuck get pregnant cracka bitch!" he said as his cock twitched hard inside of you. Your eyes widened and you began begging him to pull out, saying you weren't ready to have a baby. That you were only eighteen and had so much to do before you could consider having ********, that you didn't want to get pregnant. He ignored you and you were increasingly horrified as you felt something, warm sticky jets surging from his cock into your womb.
You screamed in mixed horror and pleasure, struggling against him as he pumped load after load of his cum into your belly. Realizing that his grip on your hips wasn't to show love. It was to keep you from escaping, to hold you in place as he impregnated you. You started to cry as his balls seemed to have an endless supply of cum, unable to move until he was done. Then he pulled out with a smile on his face, clearly pleased with himself as not even a drop of his cum ****** out of your pussy. "Congratulations, you're black bred now bitch." he said as he got dressed and left your house.
You cried and curled in on yourself, thinking over his words while praying you wouldn't get pregnant with his baby. Almost certain you could feel his sperm wriggling towards your egg. You realized that he sounded like he thought your very DNA for all future ******** you'd have would be black just because he came inside of you, like this one time with someone of his skin color would make you unable to have ******** with fathers of different skin colors than his. You slowly calmed down, realizing how deceived he was being your only comfort. You figured he was probably wrong about having impregnated you, even with your womb full of his swimmers. It couldn't be that easy, after all couples would try for years to have a baby so the chances of you getting pregnant from one time were remote.
However, you found you were one of those few who only took one try to get pregnant. Four weeks after you had sex with your first ever black lover you were throwing up frequently throughout the day. A simple pregnancy test was all that was needed, tears filled your eyes as it confirmed your worst fear from that sexual encounter was true. You were pregnant, with a black baby, without the father being in the picture because he skipped town shortly after flooding your womb with his cum. Seeing that you cried for hours, not sure what to do.
Eventually you resolved to carry the ***** to term, to deliver the baby and raise it. To make sure he or she wouldn't follow the same racist beliefs as their father. It was bound to be difficult, you were only eighteen and inexperienced with raising ********. But you resolved to do the best you could, to protect your baby until they could protect themself. Such was how you went about living your life, your pussy tightening back up from the pounding it had endured. Not that it would help much because you would have to deliver vaginally, and your belly was swelling up big with your baby.
You were certain they would weigh at least nine pounds at birth, though you weren't eating too much more than normal. Even when satisfying your cravings. Still your baby grew big and strong inside of you, kicking as you entered your second trimester. As you entered your third you began to waddle, blushes heating your cheeks as you struggled with daily tasks that were easy before you got pregnant. More as you had to explain to your friends and family about your pregnancy, and why your baby would be born with black skin.
They were extremely supportive and even helped you buy maternity clothes, which made you feel so sexy with your swollen belly. The knowledge of your due date moved to the back of your mind. Though it was creeping closer every day, your belly dropping to a sag as braxton hicks contractions hit. Getting you ready to deliver your baby, whether you were ready or not for their arrival. You groaned as you got up on the day it was time for you to deliver, clutching your belly as full blown contractions squeezed your womb. You breathed through one, realizing that it was the day.
You hurried to your car and drove to the hospital, struggling not to speed as your muscles squeezed and pulled on your womb. Pushing your baby against your cervix to widen it. Tears filled your eyes from the pain of it all, more so as you pulled up to the hospital and parked. You struggled with the pain as you waddled into the reception desk of the hospital, screaming in agony as the receptionist looked at you. "I'm in labor!" you said as the contraction let up, your eyes widening as you felt a pop followed by fluid rushing out of your pussy to splash to the floor between your legs.
Your waters just broke, and the receptionist knew it. She called a nurse over and had him put you in a wheelchair. Before he wheeled you to a delivery room, where he helped you into a gown and strapped you into the birthing gurney. All while you tried to avoid pushing, your contractions doing most of the work as your baby's head slid into your birth canal. You nearly howled in pain from how much it hurt, having your deepest points opened wide by your baby. At last, with your legs opened wide by the gurney's stirrups, you pushed and screamed at the top of your lungs as your baby slid forward two inches.
You cried as you pushed again and screamed, your poor pussy started to bulge with your baby. So close and you could feel several inches of your baby still deep inside of you. Another screaming push and your pussy opened up around your baby, increasing the hellish torment that was you giving birth. You cursed their father for doing this to you, blamed him for taking control of your body and making you grow a ***** for him inside of you. A doctor between your legs told you to use panting breaths, you glared murderously at him but did as you were told.
Each breath felt like lava being poured over your delicate labia, they were stretched so wide by your baby. Several minutes of panting breaths later and you screamed in mixed relief and agony. Your baby's head was free of your body, resting in the doctor's hands. Your pussy throbbed as it turned your baby, lining up the shoulders for delivery. Dreading it but knowing it was necessary you pushed with your contraction, screaming in pure agony as your baby slowly emerged from you. It was pure hell, and was over sooner than you expected as your baby fully emerged from you.
Panting tiredly you let the doctor put your baby on your chest, a few nurses were surprised by the contrast of your white skin compared to your son's black. But you didn't care about that as your son started to nurse. All you cared about was healing, raising and educating your son so that if he wanted a white girlfriend when he was older he'd be more responsible than his father. But that was for the future, for now you just relaxed and breastfed your son as you dozed off. Your only comfort was that you would be free to bear someone else's baby in the future, to combine your genetics with whoever you wanted to — no matter what skin color or nation their a*****ors came from.
He smirked while shaking his head, your stomach constricted at that. You were nervous about taking him inside of your dripping wet snatch without protection. You weren't on the pill by personal choice, having relied on your lovers using condoms. You almost decided to not take the risk, but his massive brown hands playing with your tits made you think it would be worth it. "Ok, just pull out before you cum." you said pulling his pants off then his boxers. Swallowing as you saw his twelve inch girthy cock bounce in front of you, hard and ready to ****** your pussy upon itself. He didn't answer, he just pulled your pants and panties off of you and laid you down.
You spread your legs as far as they'd go and he lined up his cock with your entrance, looking you in the eye as he slowly thrust all the way in. You gasped and flinched as he was so massive you were surprised when he bottomed out inside of you. You could feel it, stuffed inside of your tight pussy, every inch stretching you wider than any of your previous lovers. He held there for just a second before pulling out to the tip and thrusting back in, you gave a whimpering moan of pleasure as he steadily began pounding your pussy. Stretching it out with his cock and touching your cervix with each thrust, the tip of his cock kissing the entrance of your womb.
You came in just seconds, your pussy having adapted to his girth and brutal pace. You knew you'd be sore in the morning but you didn't care. He smiled and sped up, holding your hips firmly in what you thought was love for you. "Gahh, you're going to be so beautiful white girl! Swelling with my *****, nrgh! A living reminder that my genes had penetrated your bloodline for generations, ahhh fuck get pregnant cracka bitch!" he said as his cock twitched hard inside of you. Your eyes widened and you began begging him to pull out, saying you weren't ready to have a baby. That you were only eighteen and had so much to do before you could consider having ********, that you didn't want to get pregnant. He ignored you and you were increasingly horrified as you felt something, warm sticky jets surging from his cock into your womb.
You screamed in mixed horror and pleasure, struggling against him as he pumped load after load of his cum into your belly. Realizing that his grip on your hips wasn't to show love. It was to keep you from escaping, to hold you in place as he impregnated you. You started to cry as his balls seemed to have an endless supply of cum, unable to move until he was done. Then he pulled out with a smile on his face, clearly pleased with himself as not even a drop of his cum ****** out of your pussy. "Congratulations, you're black bred now bitch." he said as he got dressed and left your house.
You cried and curled in on yourself, thinking over his words while praying you wouldn't get pregnant with his baby. Almost certain you could feel his sperm wriggling towards your egg. You realized that he sounded like he thought your very DNA for all future ******** you'd have would be black just because he came inside of you, like this one time with someone of his skin color would make you unable to have ******** with fathers of different skin colors than his. You slowly calmed down, realizing how deceived he was being your only comfort. You figured he was probably wrong about having impregnated you, even with your womb full of his swimmers. It couldn't be that easy, after all couples would try for years to have a baby so the chances of you getting pregnant from one time were remote.
However, you found you were one of those few who only took one try to get pregnant. Four weeks after you had sex with your first ever black lover you were throwing up frequently throughout the day. A simple pregnancy test was all that was needed, tears filled your eyes as it confirmed your worst fear from that sexual encounter was true. You were pregnant, with a black baby, without the father being in the picture because he skipped town shortly after flooding your womb with his cum. Seeing that you cried for hours, not sure what to do.
Eventually you resolved to carry the ***** to term, to deliver the baby and raise it. To make sure he or she wouldn't follow the same racist beliefs as their father. It was bound to be difficult, you were only eighteen and inexperienced with raising ********. But you resolved to do the best you could, to protect your baby until they could protect themself. Such was how you went about living your life, your pussy tightening back up from the pounding it had endured. Not that it would help much because you would have to deliver vaginally, and your belly was swelling up big with your baby.
You were certain they would weigh at least nine pounds at birth, though you weren't eating too much more than normal. Even when satisfying your cravings. Still your baby grew big and strong inside of you, kicking as you entered your second trimester. As you entered your third you began to waddle, blushes heating your cheeks as you struggled with daily tasks that were easy before you got pregnant. More as you had to explain to your friends and family about your pregnancy, and why your baby would be born with black skin.
They were extremely supportive and even helped you buy maternity clothes, which made you feel so sexy with your swollen belly. The knowledge of your due date moved to the back of your mind. Though it was creeping closer every day, your belly dropping to a sag as braxton hicks contractions hit. Getting you ready to deliver your baby, whether you were ready or not for their arrival. You groaned as you got up on the day it was time for you to deliver, clutching your belly as full blown contractions squeezed your womb. You breathed through one, realizing that it was the day.
You hurried to your car and drove to the hospital, struggling not to speed as your muscles squeezed and pulled on your womb. Pushing your baby against your cervix to widen it. Tears filled your eyes from the pain of it all, more so as you pulled up to the hospital and parked. You struggled with the pain as you waddled into the reception desk of the hospital, screaming in agony as the receptionist looked at you. "I'm in labor!" you said as the contraction let up, your eyes widening as you felt a pop followed by fluid rushing out of your pussy to splash to the floor between your legs.
Your waters just broke, and the receptionist knew it. She called a nurse over and had him put you in a wheelchair. Before he wheeled you to a delivery room, where he helped you into a gown and strapped you into the birthing gurney. All while you tried to avoid pushing, your contractions doing most of the work as your baby's head slid into your birth canal. You nearly howled in pain from how much it hurt, having your deepest points opened wide by your baby. At last, with your legs opened wide by the gurney's stirrups, you pushed and screamed at the top of your lungs as your baby slid forward two inches.
You cried as you pushed again and screamed, your poor pussy started to bulge with your baby. So close and you could feel several inches of your baby still deep inside of you. Another screaming push and your pussy opened up around your baby, increasing the hellish torment that was you giving birth. You cursed their father for doing this to you, blamed him for taking control of your body and making you grow a ***** for him inside of you. A doctor between your legs told you to use panting breaths, you glared murderously at him but did as you were told.
Each breath felt like lava being poured over your delicate labia, they were stretched so wide by your baby. Several minutes of panting breaths later and you screamed in mixed relief and agony. Your baby's head was free of your body, resting in the doctor's hands. Your pussy throbbed as it turned your baby, lining up the shoulders for delivery. Dreading it but knowing it was necessary you pushed with your contraction, screaming in pure agony as your baby slowly emerged from you. It was pure hell, and was over sooner than you expected as your baby fully emerged from you.
Panting tiredly you let the doctor put your baby on your chest, a few nurses were surprised by the contrast of your white skin compared to your son's black. But you didn't care about that as your son started to nurse. All you cared about was healing, raising and educating your son so that if he wanted a white girlfriend when he was older he'd be more responsible than his father. But that was for the future, for now you just relaxed and breastfed your son as you dozed off. Your only comfort was that you would be free to bear someone else's baby in the future, to combine your genetics with whoever you wanted to — no matter what skin color or nation their a*****ors came from.
1 year ago