Helen's News

Helen's News

Description: Helen has news for Mandla after he had filled her pussy

Category: Interracial

TAGS: 750 Word Contest, Abortion, Big Black Cock, Black man, Cheating, Creampie, Interracial, Pregnant, South Africa; White woman

Local words:

- Mandla: isiXhosa name for a man, meaning 'strong' or 'powerful'.

Disclaimer: The characters, involved in this story are older than eighteen.

Acknowledgement: I would like to thank kenjisato for looking at the transcript on short notice and giving it a thorough read. All errors remaining are due to my own oversight.

This is a follow-up story of my

2023 750-word challenge

submission: '

Returning Mandla's red shirt

', where Helen had unplanned, unprotected sex with Mandla.

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Helen took a deep breath to boost her courage to go to Mandla's house. She had noticed some physiological changes lately. Her breasts became sensitive, her nipples got darker and she missed her period. The home-pregnancy tester in her hand confirmed her suspicions. She bravely walked over to Mandla's house and rang the doorbell.

Mandla saw Helen's stressed facial expression as he opened the door. "Is there a problem?" He was in his bathrobe with shaving cream patches on his face.

Helen handed him the tester. "I'm pregnant."

Mandla looked into Helen's driveway and noticed that Jeff's car wasn't there. "Shit... Does Jeff know? Come in."

Helen's knees grew weak and she hurriedly sat down on Mandla's couch. She shook her head. "He was gone when I did the test, but it's your child."

Mandla gasped. "Are you sure? I... well?"

Helen nodded. "We tried several times before..."

Mandla sat down and took Helen's hand. "I can arrange an abortion pill."

Helen looked relieved at Mandla. "What? How does it work?"

Mandla took her hand. "You push it into your vagina, and wait. It is very effective if used during early pregnancy."

Helen looked down. "Does it hurt?"

Mandla hooked her chin with his finger, until she looked into his eyes. "Some cramping and bleeding up to five hours."

Helen relaxed. "Do you have?"

Mandla shook his head. "No, I've got a gynae-friend who helped me out before. I can drop it off later today."

Looking up, Helen pouted, considering the idea. The gesture was too sweet to resist and Mandla lowered his lips onto hers.

Helen hummed contentedly and eagerly started to return the kiss. She felt a sudden urge to be cuddled and helped Mandla's hand onto her sensitive breast.

With his free hand, Mandla guided Helen's hand into his gown before he started to unbutton her blouse's buttons.

Helen's hand wrapped firmly around Mandla's dick and pulled. It grew in her hand.

Mandla forced her down on the couch and slid the unclasped bra off her breasts. The buttons of her Capri pants were quickly undone and pulled off her legs, along with her French-cut briefs. He pried her legs open while Helen guided his head towards her vulva.

Milky-white pregnancy liquid seeped from her pussy, which Mandla eagerly lapped up. His lips sealed over Helen's clit and his tongue probed under the hood in search of the glans.

Helen rolled her tender nipples between fingers and thumb. She stiffened and gasped for air as Mandla's tongue slid over the glans. It released Helen's tension and she gave herself over to the orgasm which rolled through her body. Her neck arched back and her legs clamped onto Mandla's head.

With weak arms, she pulled Mandla's head and guided his lips onto a breast. But her urges were set alight, and she soon nudged him higher up while guiding his large dick into her pussy.

Helen closed her eyes to enjoy the wonderful feeling of Mandla's dick filling and stretching her pussy. She tried to contract her vaginal muscles, Mandla's dick tucked.

She eagerly reciprocated Mandla's kiss when he lowered his lips onto hers, swirling her tongue over his, deep into his mouth.

Mandla tucked his arms in next to Helen's sensitive breasts and wrapped his fingers around her shoulders. He tenderly lowered his chest until he sensed Helen's hard nipples touching him. Slowly, he pulled back and worked his dick deeply into Helen's honeypot. Her tits doodled against his chest, nipples brushed over his.

His dick tucked inside Helen as he pulled back. He started to rhythmically pull back and drive in. His own urges were ignited, and soon, he rammed hard and deeply into Helen. The idea that she was carrying his child fuelled his urges, coaxing him to drive harder.

"Fuuuuuck!" Helen's muscles spasmed around Mandla's dick when she orgasmed. She thrusted her hips into Mandla's next thrust. Her nails cut into his back, leaving raw scratches.

Mandla's testicles pulled into his body and blasted a load of baby batter into his child's mother. He wasn't finished and thrust again. Semen, mixed with her own milky secretion streamed down her perineal raphe and rosebud, but Mandla kept on ploughing into her.

Helen sighed, as Mandla pulled out. "This was the last time."

Mandla smiled. "Are you sure?" He offered his dick for Helen to suck.

Helen's lips folded over Mandla's cock. When Mandla's cock twitched she pulled back. "Okay, maybe one more time. Our last..."

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This story was written as an entry for the 2025 750-word contest and is a follow-up of the

2023 750-word challenge

submission, '

Returning Mandla's Red Shirt

', which in turn is a follow-up of '

Community Braai

', which was submitted for the

2022 750-word challenge

. I hope you enjoyed this short story. Please vote and send me your feedback.

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