First Time Then First Baby

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This story includes themes of first time sex, consensual cuckolding, bi oral, penis size comparison, interracial sex, and breeding and intentional interracial impregnation. If any of these themes would reduce your enjoyment of the story, please click away now.

Everyone having sex in this story is an adult.

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“Tell me again.”

And Ayesha started the story for beyond the hundredth time. Richard loved hearing it and she enjoyed telling it. She’d enjoyed the experience itself more. But she was happy to share it with Richard. He was her husband after all.

“It was my 18th birthday present to myself and from Oliver…” She started.

She described Oliver in relation to herself. Her head didn’t reach his shoulders, which were huge and muscled. Her skin was a dozen shades lighter than his rich onyx tones. They had the same black hair but hers was long and straight, while his was short and tightly curled.

Of course, what Richard really wanted was her description of his cock. He knew it was long and thick while his own had hardly changed when he reached puberty. Richard took an intense pleasure from knowing that Ayesha’s first sexual experience had been with a large man with a large cock.

“He accompanied me to the clinic, so we could both be tested and I could get my prescription.” She continued. “Of course, we were both clean and I took my pill every day. I didn’t want a baby at just 18, especially from a man who could never be with just one woman.”

Of course, what Richard wanted was a woman who’d willingly be with other men. They’d been talking about if for about a year. Ayesha wasn’t opposed to it but wasn’t really sure what was in it for her.

“That first time was so gentle and special. He spent a lot of time of foreplay and he let me go on top, so I had maximum control. It was amazing and I came twice before he filled me with his cum.”

This was Richard’s favourite part of the story. He liked to imagine Oliver’s semen spurting against Ayesha’s cervix and his sperm swimming through the tiny gap in search of her egg. He loved the thought of licking out the remaining cum. And he dreamed about Ayesha’s Bangladeshi belly swelling with Oliver’s black baby.

Oliver had been her first ‒ and, she confided ‒ her best. But she hadn’t slept with another man since they’d got together in the last term of university. She’d had other lovers at university: a handful of one night stands and several boyfriends who’d each lasted several months. But she’d found a soulmate with Richard. A soulmate with minimal manhood and a desire to be cuckolded.

She’d never indulged the desire in reality but they’d fantasised about it since their first bedtime experience. Like Oliver, Richard excelled in foreplay, especially oral. Unlike Oliver, Richard would never be able to get a job as a porn actor. He didn’t have what the audiences wanted.

When she finished the story, Richard enjoyed hearing again how Oliver’s cum leaked into her knickers as she walked home from a long weekend in his bed.

It was Oliver’s offer to all the girls in the area. If they waited until they were 18 then he’d give them an introduction to sex that they’d love for their whole lives.

Not every girl waited but those who did had a very special experience to treasure forever. Not all of them could find the same satisfaction they achieved with Oliver when they found a partner. Oliver’s combination of masculinity and compassion was exceptional. He strived hard to ensure he gave every 18 year old woman an exceptionally enjoyable sexual initiation.

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The next morning, Ayesha was making her daily call to he mum, Fatima. Ayesha felt that she had to keep in contact because she knew that her parents were disappointed that she’d married an English man. They’d have preferred if she’d married a boy from the same part of Bangladesh they’d come from. Or a Bangladeshi boy. Or at least a Muslim boy.

So, the least she could do was keep in contact and reassure them that her life was going well. So, she’d talk about how she’d converted Richard to a vegan diet and was about to be promoted to the management track at work. And her mum would let her know what was going on at the mosque, which meant in the community she cared about.

Ayesha was about five minutes from the office when she noticed a call from Esther and apologised to her mum, saying she had to take a work call. Esther wasn’t work, though. Esther was the girl who’d told her about Oliver. She’d been with him about three months before her. It was a strange connection but they felt a bond that went beyond anything bar marriage.

“I have to tell you something, Ayesha. It’s good news, so don’t worry. But you’ll want to concentrate on it after you hear it, so send me a message for a good time to speak later. We’ll need at least half an hour. Maybe more. And Richard can be on the call.”

Ayesha liked the idea of good news. And good news from Esther would probably not be about career or finding a new home. So her mind was awash with positive possibilities bursa escort all morning, as she explained risk profiles to her manager’s manager.

“You did really well,” Thekla told her when they left the meeting. Thekla was a supportive manager. Ayesha liked the way Thekla’s bronze olive leaf jewellery rested on her olive toned skin. And, of course, Thekla had a golden wedding ring on her left hand. She’d been married for seven years.

“You can be a bit too intense sometimes, which can trigger a VPs’ antenna. But you pulled back there and let the writing do the talking. Really well done. I don’t know what it was but see if you can do that again at the next quarterly update.”

Wow! Who knew that being distracted could have such a positive impact?

As she came back from M&S with her lunch, she arranged for Richard to stay home instead of going to his darts evening. Then, she confirmed to Esther that they’d both be available. She was really distracted and decided that they’d be eating last night’s leftovers instead of cooking.

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“I’m pregnant.” Was the news from Esther, with Joe holding her hand as she gloated it over the video link.

“And the best bit,” Joe continued. “Is that I’m not the father.”

Richard and Joe had never met in person but they both had a lot in common. Well, two things in common. They both celebrated the sexual success of their wives. So far, Ayesha hadn’t cuckolded Richard but Esther and Joe lived in London, which meant access to so much more choice. Joe was pretty smug about how often he was cuckolded.

Ayesha and Richard both congratulated them and wanted to ask for details. But Ayesha squeezed Richard’s hand below the table and took the lead with a question that would let the couple disclose what they wanted in the way they wanted.

“When did you find out?”

“Oh, we knew about a week afterwards. Everything went like we planned.” Esther explained. “But we wanted to wait the normal three months before telling anyone. And we agreed that with Oliver, too.”

“Oliver!?” Both Ayesha and Richard exclaimed.

“Yes. It turns out that he’s moved on from initiations. I think it might have been that no-one was waiting until 18 but I’m not sure. But he’s moved on to offering to sire a baby for couples, now. And he’s giving a preference to women who gave him their virginity. So I called him after Jocelyn told me. He met Joe and me to make sure that Joe was properly enthusiastic. Then we set a time when I was fertile and… Well you can guess the rest.”

The conversation continued for another 40 minutes before Esther and Joe had to go. There was only one topic of conversation that night. And Ayesha ended up with one to-do on her list for the next day. Contact Oliver.

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“Come on down,” he told her when she called. “I want to meet Richard and assure myself that he’s as enthusiastic as you say.”

“He is, I assure you.”

“Ayesha, I have no doubt that you’re telling the truth. But I have to do my own due diligence, don’t I? Your company wouldn’t let you get away without that, would they?”

And Ayesha had to agree. She was confident that Oliver would agree to breed her for Richard. That wasn’t it. She was just too involved. She remembered the fucking from five years before and wanted another four days and nights of exquisite sex ‒ but with the added frisson of it being repro sex and not just for fun.

So, she made arrangements, knowing that Richard would drop any other plans he hadn’t told her about to accommodate a trip to London. A step towards Richard watching her cuckold him. A step towards Oliver giving her a mixed-race baby that everyone would know couldn’t be Richard’s.

She was right. Richard was delighted to adjust his plans so he could meet Oliver.

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“It was Maria who suggested it. Her husband is infertile, so any baby would need another man’s sperm. And when she told him about her first time, he was enthusiastic because it was simpler than going down the IVF route. He didn’t know that he enjoyed being a cuckold. But when he realised it, we incorporated that.”

Ayesha had never heard of Maria before. She knew that Oliver had done very well. He had a strong positive reputation. But she only knew about herself, Esther, Jocelyn, and Lucy. Ayesha was pretty sure that most of the girls were black because most people in the area were black. She was sure that she was the only Bangladeshi girl Oliver had initiated, and Esther was the only Jewish girl.

“Incorporated?” Richard asked.

“It turns out that Adio wanted to participate and Maria was happy to let him.”

“How did he participate?” Richard could feel his cock moving in his pants, though no-one looking would have known as the fabric didn’t need to move out of the way.

“Oh, you know. Pretty standard stuff. He wore a cock cage. He licked me erect and cleaned me up afterwards. And he spent a lot of time cleaning up Maria, too. But only after cleaning me up because he wanted to give bursa eskort my sperm a good head start.”

Richard was as hard as he could get by the end of that list. Ayesha could feel the change in his heart rate as they were holding hands. She turned her head directly towards Richard and asked.

“Is that what you want, Richard? Do you want to wear a cock cage and serve Oliver before and after he breeds me? Do you want to thank him with your mouth when he gives me his baby?”

“Yes.” The sound was like a frog croaking ‒ guttural and stripped of everything bar base honesty.

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That night they discussed the practicalities. They both wanted the sex. And they both wanted a baby fathered by Oliver. But what would the impact be? How would their parents, friends, and even colleagues react?

Ultimately, they decided that it was no-one else’s business. And lots of couples relied on sperm donors nowadays. The main difference was that Richard wasn’t asking Ayesha to let another man breed her because he was infertile. As far as they knew, his boys could swim. They wanted Ayesha and Oliver to cuckold him because Ayesha loved sex with Oliver and he wanted to be a cuckold. And he was very happy to raise a baby fathered by another man, a black man.

They both knew that when Ayesha delivered Oliver’s baby there would be no doubt that he was a happy cuckold.

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In many ways the process was the same as when she’d been 18. The key difference this time was that there was no prescription for the pill. In fact, they had to wait two months to make sure she was fertile again.

The week before they were due to head down to London, Ayesha got more good news. She was now in middle management. She had a team reporting to her and extra income to reflect her expanded responsibility.

That would make it much easier to buy all the stuff a newborn baby needed. But to be born, the baby must first be formed, so she and Richard headed down to Oliver’s house in London.

They’d be spending five days naked. Richard would be wearing his new cock cage but that hardly counted as clothing. Ayesha had wondered if she could bring lingerie but Oliver had said no clothes and she knew he had good instinct. And she liked the idea of being naked, fertile, and available to Oliver for five full days.

So, they just brought the clothes they’d need to go home and toothbrushes.

Oliver made the disrobing formal as they entered the house. He also undressed and Richard was amazed at the size of Oliver’s cock when limp. It was far bigger than his own, even when erect. Even his foreskin was longer. Richard’s only covered half his helmet but Oliver’s had a nice, tight overhang while he was limp.

Richard licked his lips as he imagined the play he’d have with Oliver’s cock before he saw Ayesha fill herself with it. His mouth watered and he nearly dribbled as he imagined the big black cock filling his wife with volley after volley of babymaking sperm for five days.

“Now, Richard,” Oliver commanded. “You may give Ayesha one final kiss on the lips now. Then, you only get to clean up. Your only contact with Ayesha will be to lick up my leftover semen as it leaves her pussy. The next time to get to give her a proper kiss, she should be pregnant with my baby.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Richard replied. He gave Ayesha a tender kiss and told her how much he loved her.

“Now, Ayesha. Are you ready to be black bred?”

“Yes, Sir!” She confirmed. “I want to go home with your baby growing inside me. And I want my husband to watch me orgasm as you put it there. Please, Sir, will you breed me?”

“Yes, Ayesha. I’ll breed you and send you home with a half-black baby in your womb.”

There were smiles all round.

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“On your knees, young man!” Oliver commanded.

Richard knelt down awkwardly, feeling his cock cage encapsulating his tiny throbbing member. He leaned forward and inhaled deeply, enjoying Oliver’s manly scent enormously. Then, he gently lifted Oliver’s cock and licked the very tip of his foreskin. He was satisfied as he felt the enormous flesh pipe tremble in his hands as blood rushed towards it.

The gentle oral ministrations continued. Richard licked and sucked the tip of Oliver’s huge member, seeing and feeling it grow and stiffen as he did so. Within a minute or so he could see that Oliver’s helmet was broader than the shaft of his cock. He could also see a small circle of pink as his foreskin was filled with the swelling cock head.

Slowly, he retracted Oliver’s foreskin and sucked his cock head. Oliver’s whole body trembled at that incredibly intimate contact.

Richard knew that the first part of his job was done. He’d confirmed his willingness to have Oliver breed the love of his life by arousing his giant member. Now, he had to stand back and watch as Ayesha opened her legs and welcomed him inside.

Ayesha was lying down on Oliver’s bed. She’d been rubbing herself even before they’d undressed. She’d continued with enthusiasm as Richard fellated Oliver. Now, she called over to Oliver and gave him her command.

“Come here, Oliver. You can’t put a baby in me until you’ve put your cock inside me. I’m unprotected and I’m fertile. So bring me to orgasm and inject me with sperm for the first time in years.”

Oliver liked that command. He only wanted to breed married women who wanted to be bred. And he found married women so much more attractive as mothers for his babies than single women.

After breeding Maria with Adio’s support he’d bred three other black women, before breeding Esther with Joe’s support. Breeding Esther had been more exciting than even breeding Maria, the first married woman he’d impregnated. Adio didn’t look so different to him. Sure, Adio was shorter and a relatively slight man but he they were both black, with grandparents who’d come from the same Caribbean island.

Esther and Joe were white and giving a white woman a black baby was extra special.

Now, with Ayesha and Richard he was giving a married woman with exclusively Bangladeshi heritage a baby. And blond Richard could never be mistaken for the baby’s father, just like ginger Joe couldn’t.

He was helping these couples achieve their cuckolding and breeding goals. But with Esther and now Ayesha he was being far more active in advertising his masculinity. He was confident that more married couples would come to him, seeking breeding. And who knew what the future could bring? Maybe he’d make babies with Korean or Mexican mothers?

These thoughts flashed through his mind as he enjoyed the sight of the glistening light on Ayesha’s wet pubes. And the hint of pink as her delightfully brown lips opened up and showed him the precious areas they’d been protecting.

Getting his magnificent manhood into Ayesha had been a real challenge when she was a virgin 18 year old. She was almost 23 now and had encouraged Richard to play with her with a wide range of dildos, some of which were quite large. Nonetheless, despite everyone’s eagerness and experience, she found his width a challenge once again.

A slow, gentle entrance wasn’t disappointing. It meant more time spent on the act. More pleasure.

So, it took at least five minutes for Oliver to get even half of his considerable pipe inside her. Ayesha was encouraging throughout, vocally calling out her delight. Richard, meanwhile was excitedly silent. He knew that his role was to observe quietly. He had to use his eyes to record the high definition images he’d be rewatching pretty much every day for the rest of his life. He had to make sure he recorded every movement, every sound, as Oliver brought Ayesha to orgasm after orgasm before inseminating, and hopefully impregnating her.

Oliver moved gently and gracefully while he was on top. He didn’t want to risk hurting Ayesha. Then, when Ayesha went on top she moved with abandon. She knew what she could cope with. And what she wanted was to feel Oliver stretching her and bottoming out at her cervix. Finally, after significant effort using muscles she never needed to use with Richard or dildos, she felt Oliver against her cervix.

She stopped.

“You touched my cervix. Now, I want to lie under you. And I want you to fuck me and cum inside me. Make sure you’re touching my cervix with each spurt, please. I want your sperm to be as close as possible to where it has to go. I want your baby, Oliver.”

That was the message he wanted and needed.

They adjusted once more and this time things moved faster. Ayesha was ready. He was ready. It only took a couple more minutes and then he felt his orgasm arrive. He did his best to stay put and splash his black baby making seed against her cervix.

Richard was looking and saw Oliver staying deep. And he could see muscles throbbing as Oliver flooded Ayesha with semen he’d been saving for days.

Ayesha and Oliver hadn’t been counting but Richard had. Eight solid spurts and then a few followup throbs. He was delighted. Slight as any one chance was, one of Oliver’s sperm could find the egg Ayesha was due to produce that day. With luck, this was the moment that ensured he’d be spending the rest of his life raising and supporting another man’s child. He almost fainted with joy.

But he couldn’t because he had responsibilities. First to clean up Oliver and then to clean up Ayesha.

Oliver’s jet black cock was smeared with the shiny white lube Ayesha produced and the remnants of his own semen. Richard was overjoyed to be allowed to taste them both from such a magnificent male organ. He gently licked from the base towards the helmet. He knew that Oliver’s helmet would be the most sensitive and so needed time to rest. But finally, he was almost there.

“May I put your helmet in my mouth, Sir?” He asked, with revence.

“Yes, but be very gentle.”

Oliver felt Richard’s mouth enclosing his helmet. He felt that questing tongue gently gathering the two kinds of juice. And he heard Richard groan with delight as he enjoyed the mixed flavours. Then, he felt Richard’s tongue seeking entry under his foreskin, so no part of his cock was left unwashed by the small blond man’s mouth. It was almost as intense a feeling as when he was inside Ayesha. Fortunately, it was brief and Richard pulled away.

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