After I graduated from the University of Maryland two years ago I got a job with Teach for America, a nonprofit group devoted to getting talented and motivated graduates to work teaching underprivileged minorities. I was assigned to be a grade-school teacher at an inner-city charter school in Washington, DC. This was the opportunity I was looking for, but I was a little worried about working with an all-black faculty. My whiteness stood out even moreso in a religious school, given that I was an atheist.
I was assigned to work with a young black woman teacher, Donna Wilkins. She was from the Deep South, and talked with a beautiful thick Southern black accent that she often tried to disguise. She had been raised by a Baptist revival group, and now she was teaching up here. She had been in Washington for a month or so, and had once confessed to me how lonely and vulnerable she felt as a single, attractive black woman in this city.
Donna was sweet and creative, and she had a great way with the kids. But primarily she was ridiculously, unselfconsciously sexy. Her ample figure had terrific curves. Her wide, rounded hips screamed ‘This girl was made for having babies!’ And Donna’s most outstanding physical feature – the one that captured my rapt attention from the start – were her enormous breasts. They were the most perfectly proportioned large, knockers I’d ever seen in person. She had huge tits, but she wasn’t fat – it was a natural wonder. These weren’t fake balloon-like breasts. They were all-natural black girl tits: creamy, firm and full, with only a slight, beguiling sag from their undoubted heaviness -absolutely captivating.
She wasn’t particularly smart, really; she was your typical, deeply-religious, Southern black woman. She talked a lot about Jesus and nonsense like that. But she was attractively submissive and seemed to be very easily impressed with me. Despite her touchingly clumsy intellectual aspirations, I later realized that Donna had one skill alone: attracting a man to breed with her.
Maybe it was something she wasn’t consciously aware of. And maybe it was inevitable that it was me she chose. She obviously looked up to me as a competent, educated man who had the ability to go places. I think she found it attractive, despite the fact that I was white and she black. I had ambition. I had the potential to provide for a family. That made me desirable and rare in the world she normally occupied, of low-rent, unambitious men.
On my first day in Donna’s classroom I had to stop myself several times from staring at her tits. They seemed to dominate her movements – hanging, jiggling when she talked, bouncing to-and-fro when she walked, sometimes slapping together. They were mesmerizing.
Donna wore fairly conservative dresses, but there was no way she could hide her cleavage. When she bent over to help the children at their desks, I got a wonderful view.
It soon became clear that Donna both loved and got fed up with her breasts in equal measure. At the end of the school day, she was often tired, her back and shoulders sore from carrying that heavy load. But other times, between class periods when we were grading papers, I sometimes noticed her unconsciously stroking and fondling her great mammaries. When she was happy or excited, her nipples became prominently hard. I guess she figured that if she was going to have naturally large tits, then at least she wore them well on her slim-waisted, wide-hipped body.
Looking at Donna, being close to her four days a week, was driving me crazy. I went home nearly every day and beat off repeatedly thinking about her. But since she was black, a schoolteacher, my co-worker, and a religious girl to boot, I assumed I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.
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It was a fair assumption, but a wrong one.
One afternoon, a month or two into my assignment, we were grading papers in Donna’s classroom after school. It was rather hot, so today she was wearing a tank-top instead of her typical conservative blouse. It made her tits seem enormous. She complained about her back and neck pain. I offered to give her a neck rub. The next thing I knew I was standing behind her, kneading my fingers into her smooth, ebony neck and shoulders. It was a good thing I was behind her, because doing this gave me a hard-on.
As a massaged her, feeling some of the tension melt away, I asked if she was seeing a doctor about her chronic pain. She said she was considering breast reduction but was having a hard time getting her HMO to approve it.
Standing over her, I had an unimpeded view of her fantastic, deep-running cleavage. I zoned out and blurted out without thinking, “Don’t do it! Your breasts are perfect as they are. They’re every man’s dream.” I couldn’t believe I’d said it.
Donna looked down at her generous cleavage, the hanging fruit of her breasts held in check only by fabric of her thin cotton tank-top and her bra; Her nipples had hardened, and they were poking out of her top like bullets. Then she looked up at me, and merely smiled as I continued rubbing her neck.
I asked Donna if she would come out for a drink with me after work. To my surprise, she accepted.
We took the Metro to a quiet place a couple of blocks from my apartment. As we talked and drank I got steadily bolder – first asking if she was seeing anyone (she wasn’t), then if she’d ever gone out with a white guy (she hadn’t, but was open to the idea). On the way over, I had noticed she was discreetly staring at me with a pensive look on her face, as if she were appraising me.
After several drinks I mentioned that my place was a quick walk away and asked her if she would like to come up to my place for a bite to eat. Again to my surprise, she said, ‘Okay.’
As we climbed the stairs to my fourth-floor apartment, it became crystal clear that Donna knew exactly what I had in store for her. Her hand brushed against my leg, then she grabbed hold of my arm.
After we got inside and I gave her the 25-cent tour, we sat on the couch. We were both nervous, but now I was pretty sure we had the same goal.
Donna practically purred, ‘I’d love another back rub.’ I rose and walked behind, loosening my belt as I did. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes while my fingers dug into her well-built shoulders and taut, toned, strained upper back. She grunted and moaned in ways she hadn’t during our earlier back rub.
Gently pushing her away from the back rest with one hand, I slid away the thin cotton straps of her tank-top with the other, unveiling her bra strap. Slowly, gently – afraid that at any second she’d object – I undid the fasteners, until her beautiful ebony back was revealed.
Donna didn’t object. Instead she reached back, pulled up her tank-top up until it sat above the shelf of her tits, and pulled her arms through the straps, leaving her bra dangling precariously from the front, held in place only by her massive cleavage. I knelt in front of her. My hands cupped the swaying tips of her huge breasts and rubbed them gently. The bra was worn thin, its straps frayed from the enormous work of encompassing those heavy tits.
Donna leaned forward and we kissed. As she sat back, I pulled the bra away, revealing her dark chocolate knockers in all their glory: vast, rounded orbs of creamy black color; areolas the size of quarters; erect nipples, black as midnight.
For a moment I just looked at them, enraptured. I put my hands flat on her upper chest, gently gliding them down. My fingers encircled as much of her as possible. I felt the sweat gathering at the edges of her breasts.
Finally, I cupped the tips of her tits in my hands again, raising the heavy flesh toward me. My tongue circled the areola of her right breast. Then my lips clamped around her hard nipple and I suckled. Donna sighed. I massaged the other nipple with my fingers. Then I moved my mouth to the left breast while I rubbed her flat tummy beneath.
‘Mmmm”¦.aw yeah. Let’s get to bed, baby’ she suggested. I walked behind her, holding her close. Her bra was gone, but her tank top now clung tightly to her tits. Donna’s erect nipples and dark aureolas were clearly visible through the sheer blue cotton tank top she was still wearing. Her blue, damply soaked panties were still on, but clung tightly to her pussy lips, revealing her arousal. She sat on the edge of the bed, and I removed my pants to reveal my raging hard-on. Without prompting, she took my throbbing cock in her hand and started to suck on the tip.
Donna asked if I had any condoms; I said yeah, I thought so. Because she hadn’t been dating recently (“lookin’ for a man and maybe a baby too,” she joked about it to her girlfriends in the staff lounge), I figured it likely that she wasn’t on the pill, either. I sure knew that I wanted to spill my seed into Donna’s womb, but wouldn’t I get her pregnant? I didn’t want to father a bastard with this sweet and pretty, but black co-worker of mine. I imagined what would happen if her pants got tight, how the faculty and kids in the classroom would notice if I mothered her. Soon her belly would be bulging with a half-white baby and she’d just be another unmarried ghetto mother who had let her pussy make her decisions for her.
I was startled out of my reverie by the thought. My hard-on stiffened even more. God, the thought of impregnating this dumb black bitch was turning me on even more. I flashed to an image of us living together, fucking like animals, on our hands and knees, her on top, her thick, erotic black-red lips sucking my white cock down to the balls, me fucking my sperm into her every day, putting babies into her belly.
It wouldn’t happen, thank god – I didn’t want to ruin my life – but it turned me on.
Donna explained that this was her fertile week, so we could only go so far “unless you’re tryin’ to knock me up,’ she said with a giggle and wink. She kept her remaining clothes on (tank top, panties). I was nude, my cock jutting out grossly.
I sat on the bed against the wall and splayed my legs out, as Donna, her massive tits swinging ripely underneath her tank top, climbed snugly into my lap with a groan. When my rock-hard cock pressed into her clitoris through the thin, damp fabric of her panties, she gave a soft, surprised squeal and clutched me to her chest. I mouthed and sucked on her nipples through the already-soaked cotton of her top as she began to rut insistently against me, practically fucking me through her panties.
Then a change seemed to come over her. She no longer was holding back. The sweet, reserved teacher I knew from school was gone, and now was replaced by a instinct-driven, fertile black woman in heat.
We began to grind methodically into one another, my shaft sliding aside her panties with each thrust, until her opening was revealed. Then Donna poised with her pussy above my pole. That reminded me of what was going on and I reached for a condom. She smiled down at me and gently removed it from my hand.
I groaned and nodded. She dropped onto me and almost came again as my prick slid slowly into her tight, but well-lubricated depths. She savored the fullness for a few seconds and then began to ride me toward her goal.
“Unnnh”¦yeah, that’s nice.”
Donna kept cooing as I lay back and let her fuck me. When she felt my orgasm start to build, she slowed down to keep me on the edge, just where she wanted me.
God, it was too intense like this. Every time she slid up and then down on my pole, her tits rising and falling with her body, I felt like I was going to blow. But I had to hold out – she wasn’t on the pill.
“Donna! I-I’m gonna come, honey! You’ve got to get off, I can’t stop!”
She looked down at me desperately, her eyes half-closed slits, and said, “N-N-No, I DON’T. I-I can’t stop, baby! I gotta cum! Y…y’c-can cum too if you need to, s’okay…y’can let go, let it all go inside me…oh GOD! GOTTA CUM!!”
Then, with a “NNNNGGHH!!” she groaned and slid all the way down my pole to my balls. She gave a feline growl, then shifted her weight fully onto her ass. Oh GOD! It caused her to impale herself even deeper on my cock. We groaned in unison as my penis slid an inch further in and rammed against her cervix, and she fell forward, locking her legs around mine and kissing me deeply on the lips. Our tongues intertwined and then this no longer innocent schoolteacher pulled away and looked sleepily into my eyes.
God, we were behaving like animals in heat: she was still half dressed, her tits swinging under her baby blue tank top and her panties shoved to one side, and we were fucking like dogs! She affected a droopy-eyed, sexy faux-innocent look as she squeezed and massaged her pussy around my cock, working the sperm up from my balls.
That was it. I screamed and thrust all the way to her cervix as she gasped.
My cock twitched and Donna shuddered as she felt me spurt out my first load of semen. She was orgasming, and her pussy was going crazy on my cock as a result. I heaved up into her, bellowed, and blasted off two huge streams of cum deep into her womb.
Even as I held my hands tightly around her panty-covered buttocks, forcing them all the way down upon my pole, I cried out, “Aahhh, ahh, G-god, Donna, I’m cumming! You’ve gotta stop! You’re making me cum in you, honey! I’m cumming in your womb! You’ve got to get off of my cock before it’s too late! I’m making you pregnant, stop! Aaagh, so tight, so deep…oh, baby, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry… awww, Donna, I’m so sorry, I’m knocking you up, I can’t help it, awww god…” I succumbed to my carnal needs and resigned myself to the fact that I had gone too far and seeded my coworker with my sperm.
Donna let out an involuntary “awwww” as she felt the squirting fluid snaking upward into her womb, but otherwise said nothing verbal to me as she continued to groan with satisfaction and ride my erupting cock with renewed fury, her lips glued to mine. Jesus, she didn’t seem to care that I was knocking her up! The warm, wet, pulsating, wrapping grip of her pussy around my cock made me howl and blow off one, two, three more long, ropey jets of seed into her open, convulsing womb. God, it felt like I was actually pissing sperm into Donna’s pussy, I was pouring so much pure semen out of my balls, through her sheath, and into her honeypouch. No, oh god no, I was fathering a baby, and I couldn’t stop. This was it, I was knocking Donna up. So this is how it happens in the ghetto, I thought. I looked up at the mother of my child, purring and steadily rolling her hips on my cock, industriously working all my sperm up into her pussy – god, she was coaxing so much goddamn sperm out of me! It was like she needed it on some animal level beyond her control. The primal male in me took over and I grunted, held her tight to me, and kissed her wildly, glorying in the feel of inseminating a fertile, willing woman.
We sighed and heaved, out of breath, as we stared incredulously at one another and rubbed together as we wondered silently what we had just allowed ourselves to do. Awww god…it felt so good, her pussy twitching and yanking on my cock. Neither of us could quite believe what I had just done to her. We had gotten carried away. Carried away? Good god, I had just fucked a gallon of sperm into a woman I barely knew! And now I would be the father of a child whose mother I barely knew. A black woman, no less.
“My god!” Donna cried. “You just knocked me up. You creamed me with your seed and put a baby in me. Do you realize you made me pregnant?” She was shouting this, but she didn’t seem to be angry – she was giddy with excitement.
“B-but I told you I didn’t have a condom! You didn’t mind! I assumed you were using birth control!”
“Well, I thought I would stop things before they went too far…or””” she stopped.
“Or what?” I panted as I lay beneath her, my cock still lodged deep within her womb, twitching occasionally.
“If you didn’t pull out and you came in me, then you came in me and that’s the price I have to pay for that pleasure. Felt good, didn’t it? Maybe you just pregged me up, maybe not – why can’t we just love each other for now and worry about it some other time?”
“But what if you’re pregnant?”
Her eyes narrowed to heavy-lidded slits as Donna’s voice thickened with lust. “Isn’t that how most babies arem made? A boy and a girl get so driven by lust in the moment that you realize that you don’t care, that the only thing that matters to you is being able to seed this girl.” Her eyes glowed as she rubbed her flat stomach. “I’d love to feel your baby growing in here. Isn’t that what you want? To know you put a little brown baby up here? Isn’t that what you’ve wanted for awhile now? To fuck my pants tight? Does thinking about knocking up the big-titted schoolteacher make you want to shoot again?’ she giggled. ‘Imagine the girls in the faculty lounge being around me everyday, knowing that I got my big pregnant belly from their very own co-worker who just couldn’t hold back from orgasming in his friend’s pussy. They’ll probably just be jealous, and want one too. Is that what you want, seeing me waddle around the school with my tummy full of one of your cream-colored babies, hearing the kids whisper rumors about “˜who balled Ms. Wilkins up?’ That’d be shameful.’
“Well, what are you going to tell everyone at school?” All of our colleagues were black, too. They were sure to disapprove. I was the only white man in the entire school, student population included.
“Oh, I don’t know. They’ll all talk, no doubt, once my belly begins to swell and my pants start to get tight. Then I guess I’ll tell them that you were filling me with your seed every chance I got, so it was bound to happen sooner or later.”
She slid into me and I sunk deeper into her pussy, my cock regaining its hardness. She kissed me, gently at first, then more erotically, and finally with our tongues entwined, as I began to rock her back and forth again.
“Will you be my man?” she looked down at me with a mixture of hope and seductiveness in her eyes. “I’ll live to serve you, sugar.”
“Ungh..,” I groaned as she began to bob steadily up and down on my cock, impaled tightly.
“And I can move into your apartment, and I can take care you in all the ways a woman should do for her man. I’ll do right by you, Jesus is my witness! I’ll fuck you to sleep and suck you awake every night and day. I can finally quit my job and live with you and take care of our kid, and we’ll spend as much time as possible fucking and making babies.”
“Unnhh…” I could only gurgle with lust as I thought of the idea of living with her, waking up with her every morning, her jiggling, double D-cup breasts heaving above me as she drove herself down on my cock as she begged for my babies. I envisioned myself spurting in her womb as I felt my orgasm approaching and I began to pump like a relentless piston.
“YES! Oh, y-yes!” she was close to orgasm herself, “and you’ll put your babymaker in me and shoot as much sperm as possible into my belly. The knot in my throat made speech impossible. She was really enjoying teasing me, knowing I couldn’t hold out much longer. ‘Better be careful, honey! Just imagine what would happen if my fertile womb were to be flooded with another load of your hot cum. There’d be no doubt then. Why, my pants would start getting tight and all the girls at the office would figure it out. ‘You crazy slut! Did you let your co-worker make you PREGNANT? What’s wrong with you girl? What kind of a friend are you?’ they’ll ask. ‘Maybe that wasn’t an accident after all. Maybe you just WANTED his baby.”
I gasped. Donna was grasping my penis with her pussy muscles. ‘And does fucking me make you want to cum? Do you want to shoot your jizz into my pussy? You want to cum in me?’ She had slowed down maddeningly, not letting me orgasm, holding me on the edge. ‘So you want me to fuck you and make you cum in my pussy? Cum in my fertile pussy? You want to make a baby in Donna?’
She accelerated the fucking and pressed ahead. “Of course you do, sweetie. You’ve probably wanted knock me up for a long time now. I’ll be sooo sexy with a big belly full of the baby you put in my oven. All you’ll want is to fuck my pregnant pussy and to lie in bed with me in your arms sucking my milky breasts. And you’ll be so proud when I take you out in public and everybody looks at me admiringly for getting a handsome young stud like you to make me pregnant. That is what you want, isn’t it honey, to make a baby in me? I’m so fertile, so ripe, all you have to do is …CUM!
‘Unnhh”¦no”¦’ my eyes were suddenly wide open in terror. ‘No, I can’t make you pregnant!’
‘Oh but if we keep fucking you’ll shoot your sperm in to me and I’ll be knocked up. Don’t you want to make my black belly swell with your baby, David? Wouldn’t you like to see my big tits full of milk to feed the baby you put in my tummy? Do you want me to stop fucking you? Stop before you lose control and make me pregnant with your light brown baby? Are you sure?’
Donna was fucking me very slowly now and I was in anguish. ‘Yes! YESS! Fuck me Donna. Take my baby! Let me give you my babyyyyyy!’ My body spasmed. My hips rose from the bed and thrust up into Donna as I screamed in climax
Feeling my hot seed flooding her, Donna also came as well. ‘Ahhhgod, you’re knocking me up! I’M BECOMING A MOTHER!!’
“AAAGYYAAAGGH!” I howled as my balls exploded, shooting streams and streams of sperm deep into Donna’s belly. “Oh, Donna! Yes!” I pumped and heaved as I jammed my cock all the way into her cervix, blasting my seed all the way into her fertile womb. Oh god, I really had committed to it: there was no doubt Donna was going to be a mother now, and that I would be the father of her child. She would now quit her job and move in with me. I would have to take care of this voluptuous, empty-headed woman because she had managed to make herself the mother of my children. “But god,” I thought as Donna groaned and rose up and down on my hips again, “she sure does love to ball.” I looked up at this amazing black-skinned woman; I had thought of her as a sweet, innocent religious girl, but here she had just fucked her way from co-worker into homemaker in less than 20 minutes.
Drained, emotionally and physically, Donna continued riding me.
‘Let’s stay in bed, baby. You and I have some breedin’ to do.’