Pregnant From Black Sperm
Title: “Pregnant From Black Sperm”
The sun streamed through the curtains as I lazily opened my eyes. I could hear my lover, Marcus, snoring softly beside me. I turned to look at him – his dark skin contrasting beautifully with the white sheets. We had been together for a few months now, exploring each other’s bodies with increasing passion.
As I lay there watching him, I couldn’t help but marvel at how much my body had changed since I first started sleeping with him. My belly, once flat, was now slightly protruded. My breasts, always on the smaller side, were fuller and more sensitive. And between my legs… well, that’s where the real magic had happened.
You see, Marcus wasn’t just my lover; he was the father of my unborn child. Just a few short weeks ago, after one of our many heated encounters, I discovered the little plus sign on the pregnancy test. At first, I was terrified. I had always been so careful, so sure of my body’s regularity. But one miscalculated pill, one passionate night… and now here I was, pregnant with the black man’s child.
But as I lay there, feeling the life growing inside me, I realized that I had never been happier. There was something so primal, so fulfilling about carrying another person inside me – especially when that person was the result of such animalistic pleasure. I placed my hands on my stomach, rubbing it gently as I thought about that night.
It had started like any other evening – Marcus and I cuddled up on the couch, a movie playing on the TV but forgotten. His hands had begun to wander, slipping under my shirt to caress my breasts. I arched into his touch, feeling a familiar heat building between my legs. Before long, we were naked, writhing against each other on the living room floor.
I remember looking up at Marcus as he hovered over me, his huge black cock jutting out towards my face. I opened my mouth, allowing him to enter as I sucked him in, my tongue swirling around the thick shaft. A low moan escaped his lips as he fucked my mouth, his hands tangled in my red hair.
After a few minutes, he pulled out and flipped me over, pulling my hips up as he positioned himself at my entrance. I felt him pause for a moment, the head of his cock kissing my wet folds. And then, with one powerful thrust, he was inside me, stretching me to the limit.
I cried out as he began to move, his hips slapping against my ass with each thrust. I reached in front of me, my fingers finding my clit and rubbing frantically as Marcus pounded into me from behind. The combination of his thick cock and my own fingers sent me hurtling towards orgasm, my body tensing as the pleasure built.
And then I came, my pussy clamping down around his shaft as I screamed his name. And then I felt it – Marcus’s cock swelling inside me as he reached his own climax. He buried himself deep, flooding my womb with his cum… seeds that would eventually take root and grow into the baby I now carried.
Slowly, I pulled my hand away from my stomach, a smile on my face. Marcus stirred beside me, his eyes fluttering open.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he murmured, reaching out to pull me close.
I cuddled into his arms, savoring his warmth. “Morning,” I replied, pressing a kiss to his chest.
He looked down at me, a mischievous glint in his eye. “You know, we could always make another one,” he said with a waggle of his eyebrows.
I laughed, slapping his chest playfully. “Let’s at least let this one grow first, shall we?”
But as he leaned in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss, I knew that it was only a matter of time before we made love again. And who knows? Maybe he would impregnate me again and again, creating a whole family out of our interracial desire.
After all, that’s what true love is all about – mixing and breeding with the one you adore, creating new life and new family. And I couldn’t think of anyone I’d rather do that with than Marcus… my gorgeous, virile black lover.
