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The Pregnant Bride[ This is dedicated to Alicia and Oscar, who in January will become husband and wife, but by then Alicia will already be pregnant—but, not by Oscar, but by a young African immigrant by the name of Ahmed! This is the sort of ‘interracial’ cuckolding that is becoming more and more common as the 21st Century goes on. Alicia and Oscar are merely one of many such young white couples who seek to do something truly significant in the fight against the centuries of racism that has plagued our world for so long! Kudos to you Alicia, and to Oscar for encouraging Alicia to do this, and of course, kudos to Ahmed for being eager and willing to provide the most crucial part in all of this—his fertile African sperm! ]Before Alicia and were married, we’d decided that we both wanted to do something more than talk about how racism was terrible. Talking about how bad racism is easy to do, but more needed to be done to really bring about the substantive sort of fundamental changes in society; and so we decided on Alicia getting pregnant by a black man.In our country, which has a history of liberal social policies, there is a growing population of African immigrants. Alicia had always been intrigued by the young, handsome African male immigrants, and though she had never had sex with any of them, it was obvious that there was a mutual attraction. In fact, for nearly all these young African males, the ultimate ‘fantasy’ for them was to be able to fuck a white ‘Nordic’ female. It was the same ‘fantasy’ for young women like Alicia to fuck an African immigrant male!I love Alicia. I’m thrilled that she’s my wife. But I had never been under any sort of delusion that I was ‘great in bed!’ I never have been. For one thing, I have a small penis (I don’t use the word ‘cock’, which implies a larger size). Also, when I’ve had intercourse, I always come way too fast! Then, I can’t fuck any more for a while—and that always left women (and Alicia as well) feeling frustrated and let down!So I found it exciting when Alicia admitted to me after we started dating that she had always been sexually attracted to the young African immigrant males she saw around her. It didn’t make me feel jealous—or, not very jealous! When Alicia and I began talking about the possibility of us getting married, that was when the topic of her wanting to have an African bred baby emerged into the forefront of our conversations. We discussed it at great length. For Alicia, having an African fathered baby, instead of a white bred baby with me, was the very crux of her determination to do something significant about racism; which, even though our country is ‘liberal’, you couldn’t help but see the racism in many of the other western countries of Europe and especially in America!”I want an AFRICAN-fathered baby,” bahis firmaları Alicia said one day. Plainly. Unequivocally. She was serious about this, and I agreed with her. We both felt that words against racism was one thing, but to actually do something of the sort of significance, and impact, as her having a black c***d, instead of the typical white one, was the most effective strategy! And Alicia wanted to be pregnant by an African immigrant BEFORE she and I were actually married; and I concurred with her on that!Now I want to talk a little about Ahmed; the African immigrant that would eventually get my young bride pregnant. He come to my country with his parents when he was little. Even in a socially tolerant society as ours, it’s still not easy being an immigrant. There are so many challenges and things to adjust to. Language, culture, and many other things. Ahmed came from a Muslim family. Alicia and I had families that were not all that religious. But we were curious about Islam. We learned a lot about Islam, and about Africa from Ahmed as we got to know more about him. Alicia and I both liked him. He was so different from the staid whites we knew. He frequently broke into a broad smile. He was emotionally demonstrative in ways my fellow countrymen are not normally know for being. He was also very self-confident (not arrogant, exactly, but he wasn’t insecure about himself as a man). Alicia was drawn to Ahmed immediately; and I found this more than a little exciting to see.Ahmed was bold, and he openly admitted that he was extremely interested in having sex with any white female he could; but with Alicia in particular! In fact, he once turned to me, and smiling that broad smile of his, he said, and with no hint of embarrassment: “I’d love to fuck your girlfriend!” Alicia and I were going to get married in January, several months after her 18th birthday. In fact, she wanted to get pregnant on, or soon after her birthday!And that’s the way it went!On the very evening of Alicia’s 18th birthday, I paid for a nice hotel room, and that was where Alicia had her very first black cock sex experience (and where she would end up pregnant)! We had timed our meeting with Ahmed when she was sure she was the most fertile. She’d stopped taking birth control a month earlier, in order to assure a greater chance of her conceiving a baby with Ahmed. I was feeling both nervous, as well as excited. Alicia and I had had sex, but not that frequently; and she’d been on the pill the whole time; but now she was about to have sex with Ahmed AND she would be quite capable of getting pregnant by him! She was not yet my legal wife, but we had all the arrangements for getting married all planned out. Even to the church itself.It’s hard to explain my state of mind that evening. Saying I felt ‘nervous’, kaçak iddaa and ‘excited’ fall short of capturing the actual emotions. But they will have to do.Alicia was incredibly excited about the evening. She was also a little worried that her young, tight, nearly virgin pussy couldn’t accommodate Ahmed’s truly massive cock! I admit that I, too, wasn’t sure she could take such a huge size as his! In fact, the size of Ahmed’s cock was nearly the same length, and diameter, of Alicia’s forearm and wrist! And his balls were equally huge! My penis paled in comparison!!!I kept watching both Alicia’s and Ahmed’s facial expressions as they began undressing; and it was clear that both were extremely eager for what was about to occur! So was I, for that matter! My penis was throbbing behind my zipper, and quite hard.Ahmed didn’t seem to mind that I hung around the room taking pictures as he and my soon-to-be-young-bride engaged in the most energetic and lustful sex! It wasn’t that I was ignored by Alicia, and we did make eye contact frequently, and Ahmed even glanced my way, now and then, but mainly the focus was entirely on the two of them, and not on me! Which was fine. In fact, that was exactly how it should have been!The first time Ahmed entered Alicia’s snug young pussy, I watched her face intently. She seemed mesmerized by the sight of that big black cock as Ahmed’s nicely shaped cock head spread her wet pussy lips apart, wedging it’s way inside, and somewhat hurriedly, and even roughly, but Alicia gave no indication that she wasn’t enjoying it! So I stayed to one side, and quite, as I took photos whenever possible! Alicia and I both wanted many photographs of this special evening. For one thing, it was her first-ever black (African) cock, and there was the very good chance that this would be the night she’d be impregnated by Ahmed’s sperm; which, if you remember, was one of the biggest reasons we were there with him! So, naturally we wanted a record, and reminder, of that.I find it almost impossible to find the right words to convey what I witnessed that night. Words will take you only so far. The same with photographs. But I have to say that it was the most thrilling experience for all three of us. Alicia was Ahmed’s first-ever white female to fuck. Ahmed was Alicia’s first-ever African male to fuck. And this was my first-ever time at being a cuckold in reality, and not just in name!I need to emphasize that I was totally supportive of Alicia having an African bred c***d, instead of one of mine! This was not something being forced onto me by Alicia, or Ahmed. I was there that night fully supportive of it all!Watching as my future bride was taken by Ahmed, I eventually had to masturbate. My libido had become so incredibly inflamed by all I was seeing and hearing, that I couldn’t kaçak bahis have held out without masturbating at some point during the night! When I did finally masturbate, I stepped away from the bed on which Alicia and Ahmed inhabited; and in silence I urgently stroked my small, pale penis with an urgency, a frenzy even, that I’d never felt before; and it was incredibly exhilarating! The orgasm I had was also the most intensely pleasurable I’d ever experienced before as well! I know I groaned as I began ejaculating (though I had tried to be as silent as I could so that I didn’t disturb either Alicia, or Ahmed. I’m not sure either of them realized that I was ejaculating. They were busy (to say the least)! I didn’t have a towel handy as I came, so I had to ejaculate into my cupped left hand—and as Alicia and Ahmed fucked, I could feel the heat of my sperm spilling onto the palm of my hand in spurt after spurt after spurt! I usually don’t ejaculate a large quantity, but that night I did! In fact, I ejaculated so much sperm that I was afraid it would overflow and drip onto the hotel room carpet!”Oh, god!” I said, as I felt the orgasm slowly fading away into it’s wonderful ‘afterglow’ phase. I still had my sperm cupped in my hand. So, I went to the bathroom with it. I closed the door behind me and I turned on the water in the sink, and washed it all down the drain. I was still feeling the lingering pleasure of my orgasm as I watched my sperm disappearing down the drain; but I felt excited by that, rather than sad or regretful! As I finished washing my hands, I could hear Alicia and Ahmed on the other side of the wall, still fucking urgently and passionately as before!When I went back to the other room, Ahmed glanced over at me as he and Alicia were changing positions. He didn’t say anything, except to smile that broad smile of his. It was, without a doubt, a smile motivated by a sense of being victorious; of being the dominant one in the room; of being, in a sense, the Master over both Alicia, as well as me; and that excited me all the more! For, I was under no illusion that Ahmed really and truly was (and is) the Master! And now he was more than likely going to be the father of my soon-to-be-brides first c***d!Ahmed’s clear and undeniable mastery over us, was, I could sense, something more and more of my white countrymen and women were going to begin experiencing for themselves; and rather than sparking fear in me, it sparked a feeling of proper exhilaration; of proper acceptance! It was Ahmed, and other young African immigrants like him, that would soon come to dominate we white ‘Nordic people!’ There was a revolution at play, and the battle was going to be fought over, and won through, the fertile wombs of young white females such as my wife! Not guns were needed. No bombs either. Only fertile African seed, and the fertile eggs of young women such as Alicia!This, I knew, still feeling the lingering after glow of my orgasm, was just the beginning! It was only STARTING!The End
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