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My name is Sheila, I’m now 24, from Uganda and I’m living happily with my husband Kevin and my sweet little daughter Lisa (six months) in a big city in Europe. I want to tell you how I changed my sweet handsome boy friend Kevin from an immature playboy, who never thought of becoming father, into a mature and responsible father and husband.

I was 20 when I came from Uganda to Europe, where I was promised a job as a model. In the agency there was a sweet student working. His name was Kevin. He was 22, and after one week he told me that I am the most beautiful girl who is working for this agency. A few days later he asked me, if I had a boy friend.

Never had I the wish to fool around, from my 16th birthday or so I was sure, that I wanted to have many children and a nice and stable home. When Kevin asked me I told him, that for me a relation is a serious thing and that I wanted children soon. He was astonished that I talked so openly in the beginning; his white girl friends never dared to mention this. I felt that he really liked me, and I developed feelings and love for him, too.

We started going out together, and two weeks later Kevin wanted to sleep with me. At that time I was on the pill, but I told him again that I’m not a girl for one night. If he wanted a serious relation then it meant also children and marriage. He agreed, even his main purpose was to take me to his bed. But that evening he ended in my bed. It was the first time for him to have a black girl, like it was for me the first time to have a white “boy”. He was tender, but my body made him too excited quickly, so that I didn’t get any orgasm the first night.

Our relation became stronger over the following months, but Kevin never mentioned to move together, to marry or to have a baby. He was happy to go out with me, have some fun and spend some nights with me. In bed he slowly became better, he succeeded now often in bringing me to orgasm. After half a year I discovered that it turned him really on when I talked in bed about making a baby (I didn’t use this so often, because it excited him so much, that he quickly exploded without that I got an orgasm…). That was very strange, because, when I mentioned this subject during other times he blocked it saying that he doesn’t want a baby now, that it is too early or that he is not ready to become a father.

I mentioned that subject during the next months of our relation more and more often, but my playboy continued to be reluctant. I was in love with Kevin, but I knew that if I couldn’t have a baby soon, I would become sad and depressive. I had to make a decision. Should I leave Kevin, with whom I had such a fine understanding and relation except for the baby question? Should I continue like this, becoming sadder and sadder? After long thinking I decided to do something else: To stop taking the pill.

I didn’t want to trick Kevin, so I told him openly that it is OK for me if he doesn’t want a baby now, but that taking the pill every day made me sad, so that I was going to stop it. The next time Kevin came to me he made me really angry. When we were in bed he suddenly took out a condom. During our entire relation he never had used a condom. He had left contraception totally to me, even he was the one who was so afraid of making me pregnant!

I asked him why he now came with a condom and I told him, that I’ll never will make love to him anymore if he wanted to use a condom. If he didn’t want to have a child then he should control himself and pull out, I wouldn’t accept any other method of contraception.

Kevin was shocked about these strong words, but I knew he would accept it, because he was hooked to sex with me. First my little playboy wanted to protest, but as he only was a man he wasn’t able to resist me. For the first time we had unprotected sex, but my boy was very careful to pull out in good time.

I knew my cycle very well, so I knew that I didn’t have had my fertile days that night. But I didn’t tell that to my sweet honey. An immediate result of our new sex live was that Kevin became much more interested in foreplay and stimulating me, as he was afraid to enter me too early. He discovered other parts of my body that stimulated me and got me hot and horny. During the next weeks and months I made him a nearly perfect lover.

It wasn’t only Kevin’ fear of making me pregnant that improved our sex live. It was also that I began feeling sexier since I had stopped the pill. Both physically because my hormone level was not influenced anymore, and mentally, because now I really could imagine what would happen, if my honey became a little bit careless during my ‘dangerous’ days and there would happen an ‘accident’…

Still, when I asked Kevin about moving together or marriage he answered that it was not necessary, because we didn’t have a child. When I asked him about his plans about starting a family with me – which actually meant ‘making a baby’ – he told me either “Not now” or “Later” or “I’m not ready yet” or even “Isn’t it better not to have a baby?”. These reactions were casting a shadow on our otherwise so well working relation.

As I became more and more desperate for a baby and my mood became lower and lower I asked him if he would leave me if I became pregnant of him. He said no, of course not, but continued repeating what he had said before and added that I must not think, that he would loose control. This arrogance made me angry but I kept quiet and started thinking. Should I leave him?

I came to a decision: His ignorance and typical manly confidence (“I can control myself always”) made up my mind: I wanted a baby so desperately and from now on I would try to make my sweetheart fathering a child. After I had made up my mind I started thinking about how to set up the “baby trap”.

Since we had unprotected sex I never had used the words that always had made him so horny: Talking about baby making! I also knew exactly, how my body made him excited. I wanted to show my little playboy that nature and I were the two who controlled his body. And I knew how much he suffered because he had to pull out always, so as a good girl I had to give my honey a relief…

As my cycle was very regular I had no problems at all to determine my fertile days. I started measuring my temperature every morning and I learnt accurately to predict my fertile days. In the fitness centre I went every day I concentrated instead of exercises for stomach muscles now in strengthening my legs. I wanted to be prepared in case my sweetie wanted the missionary position on the day, I would choose to make him father…

Then after three months I was ready for the big day. I hadn’t seen my honey for more than a week, this time I pretended not to have time. The first reason was that I wanted to make him hungrier for sex, the second that I wanted a full load of his sperms inside me on my fertile days. I decided to ask him to come on the day of my ovulation. Then I wanted an hour-long foreplay to rise his testosterone level to the edge and to make him so horny that he would first think about birth control, when it was too late…

When Kevin arrived I was wearing a short skirt and a top that showed him more of my body then it covered. Under it I had nothing than my new tiny black bra and a thong. Immediately we started kissing passionately and I pressed my body into his. His body reacted without delay.

He wanted to start taking my clothes off, but I told him that I felt hungry and asked him first to have dinner with me. I noticed with great pleasure that my honey’s eyes were gliding over my body more than over the food on the table. I admit that I liked to see how he was becoming more and more aroused and hungry for sex while we were eating. Observing Kevin’s reaction to my body as well as thoughts about getting pregnant very, very soon excited also me. I felt that my thong was becoming wet.

After dinner I went to the bathroom to take a shower. My wet pussy showed all the signs that I was ovulating, that I realized already in the morning, when I had taken my temperature. Now I could continue my plan. As my body was ready for conceiving there was nothing more in the way of making Kevin father tonight. He already was horny, so with one hour more foreplay he would be much more than ready to become a daddy.

I was completely happy after my shower and after treating my body with cream and perfume. Quickly I became wet again. I put on a golden micro bikini and my top and skirt.

Kevin already had washed the dishes. I kissed him while pressing my body into him, asking him to take a shower and after that have a look in the bedroom. His body immediately reacted the way I wanted.

I had a purpose sending him to the bathroom, because I wondered whether he had taken some condoms with him. I searched his bag, there I didn’t find any, but then – in the back pocket of his trouser – I found a package with three condoms. My first reaction was to be angry, but then I realised, what it meant. After such a long time without having sex he knew how difficult it would be for him to pull out at the right moment. My little playboy wanted to be on the safe side by convincing me to use a condom today. I took the package and a scissor and cut them into pieces, before I throw them away. No condoms tonight, honey, today is baby time!

After that I went to the bedroom, took of my clothes (except for my micro thong) and put on my morning code. Then I waited for my “victim”.

Kevin came wearing another morning coat and his underwear. Immediately after he had entered the bedroom I kissed him passionately. The thought of what would happen during the next hour or so made me nearly cum. A baby, how much I was longing for a baby!

I pressed my body strongly into his and while still kissing him I opened his morning coat. It fell on the floor. Now he was in front of me with only his tiny slip. I could see his excitement clearly, not only his hardened cock, but also a wet spot. He now was approaching me and opened my coat. It also fell down, presenting my black longing body, only covered with my micro bikini, to him. His eyes hungrily scanned me from top to toe. Then we started kissing again. He began groaning and I felt his hands opening the knot of my bikini top. One step more towards my goal.

The bikini top fell onto the floor when our kiss finished. Kevin couldn’t move his eyes from my naked breasts. The spot on his slip had become bigger. I thought of the millions of fertile sperms his body was producing.

“I love you, Sheila!” he said. I wanted to tell him angrily if he loves me, then we should make a baby right now, but I knew what his reaction would be. Of course I would tell him about my plan very soon. Instead I told: “I love you too, Kevin!”

My nipples were so hard as they never had been before. The thought of conceiving a child tonight made me hornier than ever. The tiny string I still was wearing was now totally wet. My hot pussy wanted nothing more than my honey’s manhood inside. But I had to be patient. I slowly approached my prey and led him to the bed.

Kevin immediately began to cover me with kisses; especially he kissed my neck what always made me horny. Then he used his tongue to stimulate my nipples further. Even without he had touched my pussy yet, I felt that I slowly was approaching orgasm. Then I felt for the first time today my pussy juices wetting the bed. The tiny string couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Take it off, honey!”, I cooed. His hands slit down to open the knot of my tiny pussy cover. Then he hesitated, saying:
“Sheila, can’t we use a condom tonight?”
I didn’t say anything, but looked deeply in his eyes. His hands found the string and pulled it down. Now I looked at his member in its prison. The spot had grown larger. My naked body hypnotized Kevin, but he again tried:
“Sheila, we haven’t had sex for several weeks. Let’s use a condom to be safe… only tonight…”
“Honey, if you want to stop…”, I said
“No, Sheila honey, I want you so much, but… but we should be a little bit more careful today.”, he told.

Poor Kevin! He was so desperate for sex. He was in exactly that state I wanted him to be. I changed the position so that now Kevin was lying on the back. I started kissing him all over his body. I let my erect nipples slide over the wet spot on his slip. He started groaning. My hands slit down towards his last protection. When I started pulling his underwear down he again fearfully said:

“Sheila, is it save tonight?”
I didn’t answer, but pulled down his underwear and freed his member that was covered with lots of precum. His baby maker was ready to make me mother and him father. I started to kiss him all over his body, and I used my nipples to further harden and excite his manhood. He began to groan, and I knew, I had to be careful not to release his baby juice between my boobs.

My pussy was burning and demanded his cock, but had to control myself as long as possible. I started kissing his inner thighs then moving upwards until I reached his swollen balls. Slowly I let my tongue gliding over his balls and the shaft of his iron cock, once, twice, three times.

My honey groaned “Yes, Sheila, yes, continue, don’t stop, it feels so good, Sheila I love you…” I took the tip of his cock in my mouth, and began massaging it with my tongue until I felt a slight convulsion. Immediately I stopped and one second I was afraid that I had done too much, that my boy would escape once more the responsibilities of becoming a daddy. From this moment on I knew that that there was no escape for him anymore. In a few minutes my boy would be daddy of a black baby.

My clit was so swollen, and my entire body burnt of desire when I prepared the final step to make my sweet boy friend a daddy. Slowly I went again upwards, kissing his stomach and his breasts, massaging his breast with my boobs. Then my wet, fertile and unprotected pussy was in position only centimetres away from his unprotected mommy maker. I raised my hips. Then with my right hand I carefully took his cock. I felt my pussy juices dripping when I thought about the millions of fertile sperms in his swollen balls and what I was going to do to my boy friend.

Kevin was without defence. I heart a whispering, sounding like “….condom” but I closed his mouth with a wet kiss. My smoothly shaved black pussy was now in position to take in his unprotected white daddy maker. How I enjoyed this moment. A woman and a man from two different continents and two different colours were about to create new life!

His cock in my hand I lowered my hips slowly until the tip of his precum covered penis touched my clit. It was like an electric stroke running through my fertile body. It took all my power not to take immediately his cock inside completely. Our eyes were locked to each other, and then I started massaging my clit with his cock, slowly.

I saw from his face, that there was a little rest of reasoning in him, knowing what he was going to do. Now I would tell him what was going to come next, exactly the words what I used in our games, only this time it was not a game. I wanted him also exactly to know my intentions.

“Honey, it is time to start a family. Tonight you will make me pregnant.” I told him.
He was so aroused that he nearly couldn’t speak. He only told
“Sheila, honey, please, let’s wait, I’m not ready.”

I lowered my hips so that his penis pressed against my outer pussy lips. A little bit more, and the tip of his unprotected boy cock would enter my fertile pussy.

“Honey, you are going to make a baby with a black woman.” I said. Very carefully I increased the pressure, and the first centimetres of his mommy maker were inside my burning and pulsing pussy.

“I don’t feel ready for a baby” Kevin said and continued groaning.
I didn’t say anything but lowered my hips in a quick move so that his big daddy maker was completely inside. His body reacted with waves of pleasure, but still his mind wanted to resist:
“Sheila, I don’t want a baby now, I won’t make you pregnant.”

I smiled at him and started riding him. My tiny black pussy would not release its prey until my boy had made himself a daddy. His hands were petting my breasts, and his face was a mixture of ultimate primal pleasure and desperation. He knew that he would be a daddy in a few moments. He started to counter my movements in order to decrease the pressure, but it was easy for me to counter his desperate attempts.

“Honey, you like my hot black body. In a few moments millions of your fertile sperms will drown my pussy, and one of them will make you a daddy.”

I felt he was very close to orgasm, but before I could bring him over the edge I was overwhelmed by my own orgasm.

“Honey, I want you forever, I love you, I want your white baby in my black womb”, I screamed. Even my orgasm was so intensive, I managed to keep full control and his fruitless struggle to escape his fate only brought him closer to his end of being my boy friend and the start of being my husband.

“Now I want you to cum deep inside my fertile black pussy, honey. Now it is time for you to make your first baby.” I softly told, while I rode him. I slowly moved my hips in circle, and at the same time up and down.

I felt that his moment now had come very close. Poor boy! Being in heaven and hell at the same time. Continuing my movements I bended over so that my boobs with their stiff nipples touched his body. He tried to pull out, but it was a fruitless attempt. I felt a first convulsion of his cock, buried now so deep in my pussy that it touched my cervix.

“Sheila…Sheila… we have to stop” he said.
My answer was only a whispered “No” and before he could say more I stopped him talking by kissing him passionately. I felt a second convulsion, but still he tried to hold back his hot fertile baby juice. He struggled so desperately to hold back. With my tongue in his mouth and his baby maker in my fertile pussy our bodies became one. Then the moment I was longing for came. Kevin squeezed all his muscles in a last attempt of defending his freedom as a boy. He tried to pull his pelvis down, but I forced all my weight on his defenceless mommy maker and grabbed with my hands his buttock to pull it up.

What a nasty girl I was that moment! I enjoyed so much his struggling to escape, thinking about the endless talks about having a child. “No honey” I thought, “I suffered so much longing for a baby,” now I enjoyed looking deep inside my poor honey’s eyes during his last moments as a boy. My burning pussy had no mercy with my boy friend. I felt like a cowgirl taming a wild stallion; I had to show him who is in charge. He was ready to be domesticated.
“Now you’ll cum and make me pregnant, you can’t hold it back,” I said. Then I felt the final convulsion of his body started.
“No, Sheila, no, no, no, not now” were the last words he said as a boy. His orgasm took over, an orgasm I never experienced with him.
“Yes Kevin, yes, now is your time, make me pregnant with your white sperms” I screamed while I reached another orgasm.

Then I felt his orgasm. His cock burst; in a giant convulsion his daddy maker released his first hot load of fertile baby juice into my black pussy. He couldn’t stop shooting load after load of his hot fertile seeds into my hungry and fertile black pussy. I couldn’t count the contractions; I heard my honey’s moaning and I cooed:
“Yes, continue, yes, good boy, cum for me, more,…. good boy…., give me all your fertile sperms, make a baby,... yes, Kevin, now you are making a baby,… now you are becoming a daddy, good daddy and husband….don’t stop,……yes, you are a man, yes you are a daddy now,…. I love you”
I don’t know how long his orgasm lasted, how many contractions he had, each one delivering millions of fertile sperms straight into my fertile pussy, drowning my cervix with his baby cream. My pulsing pussy took all his baby juice deep inside.

My honey was totally exhausted, I felt his cock shrinking and carefully I released him and got off my now tamed stallion. I lied down on my back, some pillows under my buttock to be 100% sure that the fertilization would take place. My lover did not say anything and felt asleep soon.

The next two weeks he was so nervous, but did not mention anything, may be he hoped that he against all odds could escape his responsibilities. I was optimistic, and my pregnancy test justified this optimism 100%.

I called Kevin and told him that we soon would share the joys of parenthood. He reacted like a responsible man and said that he is ready for marriage and starting a family life. I was happy, and two months later we were husband and wife and Kevin gave up his bachelor flat and moved in my flat.

Seven months later our daughter was born, and my honey took his share in caring for her. Now we are a happy little family.

I can only advice all women in the same situation like me to take things belonging to reproduction in their hands. Your “boys” never will; they are satisfied when they can get sex without responsibilities. It is your duty to change them into daddies, and responsible husbands!