Fatherhood, of Sorts

Indeed, a few weeks later, Monique's seed had taken, and Elizabeth had all the telltale signs throughout her pregnancy -- nausea, swollen feet, a particular sexual need, and swelling breasts that could barely be contained in even a double E cup bra.

Unlike her past male encounters though, Elizabeth found Monique to be particularly fascinated with her pregnancy, and particularly taken that it was her seed that had fathered the son or daughter growing day by day. She was far more supportive, always there to rub her feet, to get whatever Elizabeth was craving, and to meet the need that Elizabeth's wanton white pussy manifested almost daily, and to relieve the pressure built in Elizabeth's heavy, alabaster white udders.

And when that Black baby emerged from Elizabeth's pussy, both Monique and Elizabeth felt fulfilled in a way they had never before experienced.