Breeding A European Woman

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Breeding A European Woman[For A and T and their brave determination to have a black c***d; but especially dedicated to Omar, who really did send his African seed back to Europe safe and sound in the womb of a fertile white, and married, female! Where there’s a will, there’s always a way!]Frequently, as Omar went about his daily life, taking care of his two wives, and their nine c***dren, he would think back to those brief, but so incredibly intense times of fucking Mara, the considerably younger white European female who, along with her husband Tomas, had met him in Kenya to attempt to get her pregnant—and there were times since where it sometimes seemed as it that had just been a dream; and yet, it had been anything but that!It wasn’t that he did not care for his two wives, or their offspring, because he did, in his own way; but when he had been confronted with the very real possibility of actually fathering yet another baby, and especially with such a young, and incredibly beautiful white European female (married though she was), he couldn’t pass it up. He would not have been a healthy, fertile African male otherwise! So, in spite of the fact that he had, in a sense, ‘cheated’ on his two wives—with them in Zambia, and he in Kenya at that time working as a farm laborer—they’d never, in a million years suspect it.He thought back to the very first time he had met with Mara and Tomas, and how nervous he’d felt, on the one hand, but how incredibly excited he felt on the other; and seeing Mara in the flesh for the first time, she’d been even more beautiful than she’d been in the photos he had seen of her on-line! The situation, briefly, had seemed some what surreal, but it became obvious that Tomas was just as eager (and perhaps a little nervous as well, which could only be a natural reaction, under the circumstances) for him to get Mara pregnant—and that had merely added to the overall feeling of anticipation!Mara and he didn’t instantly jump into bed. Instead, the three of them chatted for a while, osmaniye escort letting each other get more relaxed as they did so. They seemed interested in his domestic situation, and his life in general; and he was equally interested to know something about their lives in Europe. But then, once they’d chatted like that, it was time to do what they had all three been planning and thinking about for the last three months.Omar clearly recalled the sight of Mara undressing in front of he and her husband. As her clothing dropped to the floor, and as Tomas picked them up and set them on the nearby sofa, Omar remember the feel of his cock swelling rapidly. Mara remained a little bit self-conscious, and nervous, but as he stood up and began undressing as well, the chemistry between them heated up rapidly. He didn’t feel nearly as self-conscious about Tomas setting near by watching him undress as he’d thought he might; and in fact, Tomas’ reaction to seeing Omar getting naked excited Omar.Then, without a word, he stepped up to Mara, took her smooth, pale, nakedness into his arms and pulled her close to him and kissed her! It was at that precise moment where Omar no longer concerned himself with Tomas. His concentration was now totally on Mara, and Mara only! Yes of course, she was this other man’s wife, but Tomas was allowing his wife to have sex with him; and so, as his cock grew rigid, and nuzzled up against Mara’s smooth, flat belly, she reached out and grasped it.”It’s so…so BIG,” Mara had said in obvious delight as he felt her warm fingers wrapped around it’s thick shaft.”It really is!” He heard Tomas saying as he came around to get a look at the scene. “Wow…fantastic!” Then Tomas raised his camera and took several quick pictures of Mara holding Omar’s black cock, and then stepped back, in a gesture of not wishing to intrude too much into what was transpiring between Mara and Omar. Omar found Tomas’ deference towards him flattering, to say the least. They made eye contact several times, escort osmaniye and each time they did, Omar felt more emboldened than before. He liked that very much.But that had been several months earlier. Omar was now back in Zambia; the farm work he had done in Kenya was over till the next season, when he would, once again, travel north for work and better pay. In the meantime, he had his two wives to deal with, and their many c***dren to see to—and yet, ever since he’d been with Mara and Tomas, and all the different times of intense fucking that he and Mara had done, he often felt wistful. He’d not heard anything from either of them in weeks. The last thing he had heard from them was that it had been confirmed that Mara was pregnant. They’d even sent him the sonogram picture—and a shape of a human embryo was unmistakably clear to see. He had that photo on his phone, and he occasionally looked at it with a feeling of both pride, as well as a kind of sadness, a wistfulness knowing that he’d likely never see his c***d again. Yet, in spite of that, he didn’t actually regret having fathered yet another c***d; and certainly not with such a beautiful European woman as Mara! He knew it had been a highly unlikely coincidence, and that made the whole experience all the more exhilarating!Fucking Mara had been different than fucking his two wives. For one thing, Mara had such a different attitude towards sex; and for men like Omar, she would have been regarded as a ‘slut’, a ‘whore’, a ‘kaffir’ (a term that could mean an unbeliever in God, or in Islam in particular), but none of that mattered to Omar. Certainly not at the time Mara and he fucked! The fact that Mara (and Tomas) were not remotely like his fellow Zambians in that regard had made the experience just that much more exhilarating—and, to know that he’d left a c***d of his growing in that other man’s wife’s belly—that was the ultimate victory, in his mind, over Europe’s corrupt, decadent society (even though he had been just osmaniye escort bayan as ‘corrupt’ himself in doing so)!Still, he’d enjoyed every last moment with Mara! He’d also enjoyed (if that was the right word) Tomas’ voyeuristic participation, too! He remembered the feel of his cock as it slid in and out, in and out, of Mara’s receptive pussy, and he’d found the stark contrast of his deep, dark, coffee-colored cock, with Mara’s milk-white pale pink pussy quite literally intoxicating! Also, numerous times, as he was fucking Mara, he’d be aware of Tomas moving around beside and behind them, taking pictures, and just watching, with rapt attention, as Omar’s cock pumped in and out so urgently, even roughly, into his wife’s vagina—but even more exciting for Omar was when he’d come, and as he groaned out loud, as he ejaculated his seed deep inside Mara’s so very warm and moist pussy, he could see (in a brief glimpse) that Tomas had an erection! Though Tomas had a considerably smaller cock than Omar’s, Omar could see Tomas rubbing the bulge behind his undershorts as the three of them were together like that! He knew that Tomas masturbated after words. He’d found that so strange, and yet strangely exciting. It was a tremendous ego-trip for any man, but especially so for Omar. For him, it was the ultimate fantasy for nearly any African male to be in such a situation—the submissive white European husband, his eager white wife, and the dominant black African stud. It couldn’t get any more exhilarating than that.So, would Omar ever hear from Mara or Tomas again? Perhaps. Or perhaps not. There was no way of knowing. Part of him said to forget about that. He’d had a rare opportunity to do what many men like him in Africa could only dream of. He should be content with that; but he couldn’t help but want to know (in some way) how his baby was doing! So, in one way, the bitter-sweetness that lingered in the back of his mind might be all that he’d ever really have as a result. He’d have to content with that. After all, the mother of the baby lived several thousand miles away! How could he and Mara (let alone Tomas) ever really have much of a relationship other than the obvious biological connection that now existed between the two of them? But still….The End 

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