Impossible Breeding of My WAF

Tracy was a married WAF and wanted to have a baby. Her
husband shot blanks. I also shot blanks but didn't tell
her that, and she picked me to be the daddy of her
babies. (MMF, rom, ws, swing, military)

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-= Chapter 1 =-

It was 1000 hours when Base Personnel called me to tell
me that they had a new clerk for me in my section, and
to come and get her. Her???? I wondered just what was
in store for me, as I'd never had a WAF working for me
before.

I am the NCOIC of Base Operations Administrative
Section at Mountain Home AFB, Idaho. We take care of
all the flying personnel training and examination
records for the Air Force flying mission of the base.
We have a sub-section that takes care of the non-jet
section and until now we did not have any clerk to take
care of this for us, so we had been having to do it
ourselves. So far we had two NCOs assigned, myself and
a TSgt.

At first as I got to Personnel Assignment Section I did
not see what I thought I was supposed to see. I saw a
young WAF, very light skinned in a short skirted WAF
uniform displaying a beautiful set of creamy white
thighs, that I wished I could just attack right there
and fuck until she hollered mercy!

The Captain came over and greeted me. He then took me
over to this foxy looking beauty and introduced me to
her. Airman Tracy Benson, meet your new boss, MSgt
Jones, she advised her as she stood and reached her
hand to shake mine. I'm thinking... what did I do to
deserve this?

We were then on our way to return to the Office. By now
the day had progressed to nearly Lunchtime, so on the
way we stopped by the NCO Club for Lunch. I found that
Benson was married to a Security Policeman and had
qualified to be assigned to the same base as her
husband. They had just gotten married about 3 months
previously right after both of them had joined the Air
Force.

Benson did not have the rank to be in the NCO Club and
the Air Force frowned on fraternization between the
ranks. But they could not say much if a father
entertained his daughter even if that daughter was an
Airman. So on the way there, I explained this lie to
Benson, who smiled at the idea and agreed to call me
"Daddy" at the Club.

We ordered our Lunch and each had a beer. I found that
she and her husband had been somewhat separated while
they were going to technical school and now that they
had gotten a permanent assignment that they were eager
to start a family. We got to know each other by the
time our Lunch was over, quite well, and if we had been
father and daughter in reality we could not have known
much more about each other. She was a Taurus and I was
a Virgo, which meant that we had a lot of similar
desires and concerns.

We finally made it back to the office about 1300 hours,
where the rest of the afternoon was spent on her
getting acquainted with her new job. It was quite
evident that we were going to enjoy working with each
other and that a certain electricity between us also
existed, by her generous smiles at me and developing
attention at everything I said.

I could visualize, as the afternoon wore on, that there
was a very definite possibility here in this new clerk
for some great fucking. Hesitantly, I offered to take
her home after I found that her husband already had
been assigned to a Flight in the Security Police and
was working on his first round of Swing shifts that
very evening. My wife was to come home from visiting
some of her friends in Boise some 60 miles away, about
7 p.m., but I figured that maybe over a couple of beers
or mixed drinks I could get to know this young beauty
much better.

Inasmuch as her husband had dropped her off at Base
Personnel when he had gone to work early to catch up on
some extra security training, Benson did not have
transportation. We locked our office and as I opened
the car door for her to get in, she sat and swung her
legs around, giving me a very good view of a panty less
crotch covered only by flesh colored panty hose, as she
smiled up at me, knowing full well what she had done.
My cock came to full attention.

Our drive to my quarters in married housing was
painful. At last we arrived and got into my quarters,
my cock trying to bust through its confines in my
pants. Benson quickly advised she had to use the
bathroom. While she was there, I broke open a couple of
cans of beer and handed her one as she came out of the
bathroom. We proceeded to make small talk about our
families. She took an interest in the picture of my
wife's daughter on the piano, and I did not let on to
her that that daughter was not mine as well.

In fact I began expounding on the virtues of Jenny as
if she was my own daughter and I was the doting daddy.
One beer led to another and soon we had completed
nearly two six-packs of the sudsy. It was apparent that
Benson was beginning to feel the alcohol; the hemline
on her Air Force skirt was creeping up her white
thighs. She made the announcement that the beer seemed
to be running through her and she had to go pee again,
at which time she arose and nearly fell down and would
have if I had not grabbed her. I then steadied her and
helped her to walk to the bathroom, opening the door
for her. She had grabbed me by the shoulder and would
not let go as I helped her to the toilet.

She quickly sat on the toilet, but failed to slip her
pantyhose off and ended up peeing in her pantyhose,
soaking it. By the time she realized what she had done
it was too late and after she finished peeing, I
reached down and removed her shoes and then reached
under her skirt and removed her pantyhose from down
across her ass cheeks, thighs and legs, as she pulled
herself up by holding onto my shoulders, throwing the
sodden nylon into the adjoining bathtub.

She was a sight to behold... she had shaved her pubes
and her pussy looked like that of a newborn baby
girl... smooth, pink. Her demeanor was very erotic...
it was obvious that she had been fantasizing, probably
about me, for some time, as her pussy lips definitely
had a dampness seeping from them including the drops of
her piss.

I was brought out of this dreamlike observation by the
phone ringing. It was my wife and she was calling from
her friend's home in Boise. They had been enjoying an
afternoon of Korean women socializing and she had
decided to stay overnight with her friend and return
home the next day. I could not believe it... here I was
with a new foxy clerk, she was nearly drunk on her ass
and half naked in my home, giving me every kind of come
on I could imagine and my wife is not coming home
tonight? I had an idea that that other kind of
"cumming" was going to very much happen.

-= Chapter 2 =-

Posted: November 06, 2003 - 02:49:44 pm

As soon as I hung up, I explained to Benson that my
wife was going to be out all night and that if she
wanted she could stay here with me since her husband
would not be getting off work until after midnight and
she had to be at work the next morning at 0800 with me.
This brought another big smile to her face... it was
obvious that she had a certain design on my ass for
whatever reason.

My wife had fixed some Boeuf Bourguignon for our dinner
the night before and it was now in the refrigerator. I
took this and placed it in the microwave oven and soon
we were eating leftovers. It was obvious, though, that
Benson had more on her mind than eating leftovers, as
she reached down and began fondling my now hardening
cock.

Brushing her hand aside, in a teasing move, I went to
the liquor cabinet, poured a couple of glasses of wine
and delivered them to a very frustrated young airman
WAF whose body language was crying with her need to be
filled in that obviously hot cave between her white
thighs.

I then proceeded to undress her and then she was
helping me to get naked. I rinsed out her pantyhose and
hung them up to dry, and turned to her, my cock poking
hard against her bare ass as I pointed her toward the
bedroom. She hit the bed without removing the covers,
and lay back on her back, opening her white hot thighs,
showing her heated depths, obviously seeping her honey
in excitement.

That was all it took as I lay across her and took her
into my arms kissing the nape of her neck, bathing her
naked tits and face with my tongue. I felt her reach
down with one of her hands and grab my naked stiff
woody and pull it towards her treasure chest. Then my
helmet was splitting her pussy lips and I gently slid
into her hot wetness, stopping only against her cervix.

I proceeded to fuck her in a frenzy of action, but our
combined lust did not allow completion without my cock
slipping from her hot wetness. She grabbed, and tipped
up her glass of wine and then was guzzling her glass of
wine, spilling some of it on her naked breasts in her
haste to get my cock back in her. She was like a
lioness... clearly in heat and wanting to get bred. At
this point she was clearly in lust, as opposed to love.

"To us two," she responded. "Next year, let it be us
three." At first I could not understand what she meant,
but then it donned on me... she wanted to have a baby,
and obviously did not care who the daddy would be. I
drank to that. "You're sure now?" I asked.

"Oh yes! I checked, and there is no problem." She
hadn't said what the problem might be; and, despite my
curiosity, I did not ask...

I found it easy to stop eating when she did. We even
left wine in the bottle. "We'll leave this for
morning," she said. "We'll need the hot water," so we
did not wash anything.

I pulled her to me, feeling her nipples between my
fingers as I felt her tits pressing the hair against my
chest. When my rising cock pressed against her thigh,
she rolled her ass against it. I had to let go. Then I
was cumming, her creamy nakedness had gotten me so
aroused with lust by her rubbing against me that I
simply shot my cum into the air, wasting what she
thought was my baby-making seed to be spent in her
fertile valley.

My cock was now deflated, with my cum continuing to
seep from its crown and pee hole. Neatly, carefully,
she folded the blanket down over the foot of the bed,
folded it again and then a third time. The top sheet
followed. She seemed unaware of me, but very much aware
of her nakedness, absorbed in this minor domestic task.
Her every move was efficient, the minimal motion to get
that particular piece of cloth where it belonged, as
she displayed her bare ass to me, teasing.

Her every move displayed her lithe beauty in the dim
light. A breast displayed its fullness hanging down as
she bent over. Briefly masked by a curtain of hair, it
displayed its pertness after she straightened. It
jiggled as she strode to the other corner of the bed.

Her rump flexed as she reached for the sheet, tightened
as she straightened with it. I glimpsed her bare mound
as she turned towards me, the sparser hair on her lips
as she leaned over with her back to me.

All of this activity, a minute -- two at most -- was
arranging a clear field for our action. She was
preparing the space for her impregnation. By the time
she climbed on the bed and rolled on her back, my cock
had grown so large that it nearly hurt.

I lay down beside her, and we kissed. My tongue thrust
into her mouth, an imitation at one end of what I
intended at the other. When she sucked on my tongue, I
stroked between her legs. They opened, and I touched
her labia.

So far, I'd been speeding, reprising our earlier play.
Having reached the point we had reached in the shower,
I slowed down, remembering the early ejaculation I had
had earlier. I wanted Tracy to have, so to speak, a
Boeuf Bourguignon of a sexual experience.

So I kept to the outside of her nether lips for a
while, returning to her thighs, cupping her mound.
Meanwhile, I gave major attention to the kiss. When I
broke that, it was to kiss her chin and jaw line around
to her ear. I sucked on her lobe, then blew across the
ear.

She shivered. "You think I'm easy," she said. "Blow on
my ear, and I'll let you have your way with me."

"I thought you were having your way with me."

"Well, *you* are easy." She grinned at me.

"Au contraire, my dear," I said. "I'm definitely hard."

When she reached down to check, I involuntarily thrust
at her hand. "Be careful, love. You might be able to
harden me again, but the sperm take much longer to
produce."

"Then why don't you just come in now? I'm ready." I
knew she was ready, but she could get far readier. I
wanted one of Tracy's force-six orgasms. "Plant those
seeds!"

"A sowing we will go," I sang. "A sowing we will go.
Hi-ho a dario, a sowing we will go."

She laughed, and her arousal dropped for a moment.

I kissed her mouth again, just briefly. Then I kissed
down to her breast. By the time I had kissed all the
smoothness, she was as aroused as she'd been before my
song. I licked the upthrust nipple before sucking it
into my mouth. I parted her lower lips and stroked
between them. I continued that stroking as I kissed
across her cleavage and up to the other nipple.

Resting on my elbow, I could move my left arm only on
that pivot. That still allowed me to reach her ear. I
began to rub the lobe between finger and thumb. She
breathed more deeply. Her ear was not only attractive,
but also responsive.

Responsive in another way, as well. I raised off her
breast to ask, "Do you know how lovely you are?" I
licked at a nipple before continuing. "Face, sure.
Lovely blond hair, sure. But your ear is so cute."

I traced the upper curve with one finger. "And your
breasts." I stopped to kiss the underside of the near
one. "Even through bra and blouse, everyone can guess
their delightful, upthrust shape. But only I know..."

I bent back down to give a long, sucking kiss to the
nearest nipple. The smooth stiffness between my lips
felt so good, her sigh sounded so accepting, that I
bent further over to kiss the other one before I
continued. "...the pert shape of the nipple on the end
-- and the roughness of the pinkness around them." I
licked her areola for a bit then, enjoying the tickle
of the bumps on my tongue.

I dragged my mouth off her to say. But only I know the
sexiness of your front view: the mound and its
smoothness..." I trailed my fingers through that
wiriness. "...the lips below..." He tickled the outer
ones and then parted them. "...the warmth between." as
I licked the sweetness from my fingers.

I went back to sucking her nearer nipple, but my
attention was all on this hand. I drew my middle finger
up through her warm liquid, spreading it further up her
valley.

She stiffened in anticipation every time I approached
the junction of her lips, but I stopped just short and
returned. When I passed my finger over her clit, she
gasped.

I claimed that open mouth with mine, then thrust my
finger into her center.

For minutes I explored one end with my tongue and the
other with my finger.

I circled my finger inside her entry, enjoying the
stricture as I lessened it. She gasped when I first
rubbed the bump on top of her tunnel. I left it to
stretch her entryway another micron. I returned to
raise her readiness another degree.

Continuing the teasing below, I returned to her breasts
for another feast. I sucked on a nipple while I
withdrew my finger and returned it with a companion.
Then I licked and lipped the bottoms of her breasts.
Holding my right hand still, I kissed down to her
navel.

When I tongued that, she writhed, moving herself around
my fingers instead of my moving the fingers inside her.
She also laughed and relaxed from her height of
arousal. When -- still laughing -- she pushed me away
from that spot, I allowed myself to be moved downward.
One kiss above her bald slickness, one kiss at the
corner of her pelvis, one kiss inside her thigh.

Then I was there, kneeling between her legs and licking
between her lips. She tensed when I tasted the bud
where her lips met. My fingers returned to the bump. I
slid them in and out, licking the bud every time my
finger tips withdrew from the bump.

"Don." Her voice sounded strained. She reached down to
grip my hair. I surrounded her clitoris with my mouth
and sucked gently. At the same moment, I rubbed the
bump on top of her tunnel more firmly. "Don!"

I let her pull me up her body, turning my hand as she
did so. I stopped for a moment with my erection near my
right hand. When I got it on the back of my two spread
fingers, I followed that groove until it reached her
warmth.

With my tip just inside her, I shifted my hand up
beside her shoulder. "I'm here," I said. After she
raised her knees, I pressed forward. All her warmth
surrounded me until I rested my mound on hers and our
nakedness became one... The slide through her luscious
interior had taken me near the edge. But she, having
already been to the edge and back twice, would be ready
for me.

On my next withdrawal, I put my hand palm-down between
our bodies. My thumb pressed the top of her lips while
I thrust inward, pushing her clitoris closer to the
friction of my rod. Three fingers pushed her abdomen
just above her pubis while I withdrew slowly, assuring
that her G-spot was in the path of the crown of my
glans.

My sensations, meanwhile, were exquisite. She was tight
around me and yet soft. Where I rubbed against her, she
was silky smooth. And then she was tighter yet, and
gripping me. She was ready. I could let myself go.

I drew out until only my crowned tip was in her. As I
trembled there, I could feel her inner lips against
both sides of my crown. Then I abandoned all my
restraint to drive myself forward until naked sexes
mingled. Her gasp echoed my groan as I poured out into
her.

Then she was moaning softly in my ear and writhing
under me and driving herself against me. She was
clutching around him, milking the seed out with her
milking muscles of her hot wetness. She seemed to
continue forever, and then she shuddered and lay still.
One last tremor squeezed me out. I extricated my hand
and tried to support my own weight as we both lay
gasping for breath.

When a little strength returned, I kissed between her
breasts and eased myself down her body. I kissed her
beside her navel. "Swim, little swimmers," I started to
sing. I was hoarse, and I had to clear my throat and
start over.

"Swim little swimmers, inward, inward
Swim little swimmers, inward, inward
In there you should be gallopin'
Find the tubes we call fallopi'n
"Swim little swimmers, upward, upward
Swim little swimmers, upward, upward
Find the egg you seek above
Give us fruit for our love.

"Swim little swimmers, search throughout
Swim like a turned-on, hyped-up trout
Swim for one of her lovely ova.
For one to win, you all turn rover.

"In search of that ovum, you should zoom
Then snuggle together in her womb
When you're in her quim, it's time to swim
Swim, little swimmers, swim!"

I sang the last two lines with more energy than I
really could sustain just then. I decided to snuggle
down right there. It was a lovely place, although
Tracy's mound was a little hard under the side of my
jaw, and her abdomen wasn't as soft and steady as I was
entitled to expect. Indeed, it was bouncing up and down
as if she were laughing or something.

"Don?" She wanted something.

"Comfy." And I wasn't about to get it for her.

"Come up here." I would in just a...

"Minute," I said.

"Come up here, and I'll tell you why I want to have
your baby." Well, I had wondered.

On the other hand, everybody told you to stop and smell
the flowers. Well, this was a delightful spot, and I
could smell her flower from here -- essence of Tracy.
But I knew this was a losing argument; she didn't like
any mention of her aroma.

I climbed off the end of the bed and removed the sheet
from beneath her feet.

When I'd flipped it over her, I joined her.

"That's better," she said.

I hugged her as closely as her position lying on her
back allowed. Usually, We would be in a spoon by now,
but this was probably best for tonight.

"You are handsome, and you are sooo clean," she
advised. I want my baby to have your looks and your
mannerism.

She snuggled against him in a way that was clearly her
last move before sleep.

Sometime during the night I awoke and she had coaxed my
cock to stiffness once more and I felt her hot fluids
coating my dick as she stuffed in into her once more,
riding me bareback as she would a horse.

"Oh, Oh, Oh," she cried, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck,
fuuuuuccccckkkkk!!"

I could hardly contain myself as she suctioned my
hardness into her heated depths. Her pussy began
farting and then I felt her release her hot witness to
bathe my barebacked cock, our pre-cum fluids mixing to
bathe my nutsack. I reached beneath her bare ass and in
probing her nether hole felt those same juices now
running across her rosebud.

And then I felt it... my balls were giving up the fight
as my hot maleness surged through my dick to burn its
helmet now prodding her uterus, as her excitement
swelled and we were then cumming together. It seemed
like my whole innards were turning inside out, pumping
gallons of my baby juice deep into her womb, although
it probably was just a tablespoon of the stuff.

She would not let me slip from her heated wetness as I
rolled over to lay on top of her. We kissed and fondled
each other, trying to rekindle our lust, but she had
completely drained my balls. I turned back over onto my
back, and She arranged herself so that she made me her
mattress as she drifted off to sleep, my cock still in
her hot fluid cave.

We barely made it to work the next morning. We awoke
again at 0600 hours to fuck once more, she was not on
birth control and continued to tell me about how she
was going to make me a daddy wanting so badly to get
pregnant by me. This caused me to get even more
excited. I gave her another load of my pearly juice in
appreciation.

I could not believe it... this young foxy WAF had only
known me for less than 24 hours and already I had
pumped 3 loads of what she thought was my baby-making
cum into her belly, and she was wanting to make me a
daddy.

-= Chapter 3 =-

Posted: November 07, 2003 - 01:49:04 pm

We would continue to fuck. She explained that her
husband and her had been trying to start a family and
after many trips to the doctor he was discovered to be
the same as me, with a low sperm count. Of course I did
not tell her that I also had a low sperm count, just so
I could continue fucking her with her thinking that I
was going to give her my baby. Oftentimes she would get
livid with lust as we lay together naked, fantasizing
with all sorts of comments of how she wanted to have at
least 10 babies by me.

As we returned to work that second day, it was hard to
keep my hands off her. It seemed like every time I
turned around her ass was there for me to fondle
through her WAF uniform. Her titties were small, in
their virgin condition, having never experienced
holding her sweet milk. They were perfect "cones" with
here nipples in a constant state of arousal when she
was with me.

Air Force regulations being what they were, there was
certain limitations on how she was allowed to dress,
but on the occasions that it was not so obvious, I'm
sure the panties were left at home, as was the
brassieres. Her pantyhose often were clear see-through,
and without the normal pussy hair to show through, one
would not recognize that she was not wearing underwear.
But I could tell and I often saw wet pantyhose if I was
sitting across from her.

We had 5 other people assigned to our section. They
were flying officers who had duties to take the
assigned pilots and navigators out for checkrides. Most
of the time they were doing just that, so Tracy and I
were often left in the office alone. Our main
Operations section was in Headquarters, about 2 miles
away, with our office being next to the Base Operations
terminal and the airplanes.

Our building was shared by the Wing Parachute shop,
which was a different entity altogether. As was the
case in most Air Force facilities, paperwork personnel
and maintenance personnel had little to do with each
other, and in our case this was no exception. As a
result, we were often free to fuck and suck all we
wanted to, even on duty. We would go to work in the
morning and get our workload to type, or file, and then
the flying people would leave, to take people out on
checkrides and by 0900 hours my hard cock would be
slipping and sliding in Tracy's hot wetness.

By the time Lunch time rolled around my spendings were
seeping down her inner thighs inside the legs of her
pantyhose, with her thinking that those little swimmers
were having a field day in her womb, attacking her
eggs. Of course this was not true, because my cum did
not have those little swimmers.

In the afternoons our work would take place, if there
was any work to be done. Having been checked out in the
flying portion, the pilots and navigators would bring
their checklists in to present to us so we could type
the Form 8 that was then certified by our boss, and
filed into the guy's flying records so he could fly and
keep his flying proficiency pay for another 6 months.

In between times of this administrative work being
done, oftentimes our flying personnel would take the
rest of the day off, so once again Tracy and I were
left to our own devices, but with one difference... the
flying personnel scheduled for checkrides on the next
day had to complete a written examination
satisfactorily in order to qualify for their checkride
the following day.

With the Wing having only about 200 flying personnel,
these afternoon examinees averaged out to about 3-4
personnel taking their written examinations per day. On
some days there would be no one, and on others there
might be as many as 10. Contrary to the beliefs of
taxpayers that supported this scenario, the flying
personnel of the Air Force are a lazy bunch of
playboys.

They have little to do once proficient in their
assigned aircraft, except to remain proficient, attend
some trumped up meeting in the Officer's Club Stag Bar,
or go home and fuck their wife and knock her up, so the
Base Medics can keep records on her pregnancy and their
children's healthcare. This may sound a little "gross"
but that is what it boils down to.

So in addition to our morning fucking and sucking, many
times Tracy and I would fuck all morning in the office,
go to Lunch, and then return to the office to fuck even
more in the afternoon. She took to wearing diapers
because my cum seemed to continuously be seeping from
her hot wet cavern.

We bought and installed a small beer cooler, which we
kept refilled each day before we quit for the day to
return home. When Tracy began wearing diapers, it was
often more convenient for her to simply pee in her
pants rather than try to make her drunken way to the
Women's toilet, so I got to get a lot of experience in
diaper changing and drying off that sweet yellow piss
from her honey pot.

Hot yellow piss cuts through the oiliness of cum and
pussy juice. We learned to overcome this by using
Vaseline and baby oil. Johnson and Johnson, I'm sure,
did not mean for their baby oil to be used for anything
but smoothing baby skin in diaper changing to stop
rashes. But used thoroughly, it makes a very good
lubricant for all sorts of nude massaging.

We got quite efficient at bathing each other in baby
oil baths. We could get naked in that office after
locking the door so no one could get in while we were
nude and trying to make her pregnant, bathe each other
thoroughly to the point that baby oil would practically
be dripping off our erotic skin, and then wrestle each
other on the tiled floor of that office, as our tongues
wrestled with each other as we kissed, or we suckled
hickeys on each other.

Sometimes Tracy's naked back looked like she had the
chicken pox from my hickeys. It was a good thing that
she had "cut off" her husband's amorous attempts in
favor of having me exclusively to ensure that she had
my baby (in her own mind), because if he ever found out
all the hickeys she was "sporting" given by me, he
would have definitely divorced her, if not shot her,
and come running for me. But due to their different
working schedules, he was rarely at home when she was,
and vice versa.

If he was on Swing shift, she would get off work and
she and I would go eat Dinner together, and find a
rendezvous spot afterwards to just lay on a blanket and
doze together in each other's arms. He would be
sleeping when she finally got home, after she had slept
in my arms on some blanket in some park. And when he
awoke the next morning she would have already gone to
work, and was probably being "bred" in our office.

She always had the weekends off work, but by the very
nature of his Security Police work, his weekends were
always filled with duty schedules to keep law and order
on the base. Security Police are a partying lot... when
they worked regular days, their nights were spent
boozing, so he was never home at night until late on
those days, and when he did make it home he was so
drunk that he could barely see to get in the door and
pass out on the bed and begin snoring. And when he
worked Graveyard shift, Tracy was never home when he
got home. And her evenings were always spent with me in
my arms on a blanket somewhere.

I had my doubts as to how long I could keep this affair
up, but as it turned out, I had no worry. The Air Force
definitely takes care of its own... sometimes without
even knowing what they did. Such was the case with our
affair, as future chapters will reveal here.

-= Chapter 4 =-

Posted: November 08, 2003 - 06:11:51 pm

Swimmers were not the only thing swimming in our
association. Tracy loved to swim, herself, and go
boating. I had a small ski boat and after we got things
worked out in our duties and schedules after she was
first assigned, we could often project by our files on
the aircrews who was due for examination and their
semi-annual checkride.

Sometimes we would return from Lunch and find a note on
the door from the flying personnel check instructors
that there would be no personnel to test that
afternoon, so they were going home to "fuck the wife",
before the kids got out of school. That would then
allow us to go boating, if the weather was nice. If the
weather was bad, then the floor of the office would end
up being used to fuck on.

Tracy was not only a "mink in heat" but also an
exhibitionist. This was very apparent one day when we
returned from Lunch and found the customary note on the
door. My wife had gone to Boise shopping once again, so
we returned to my car and went home to get the boat to
go water-skiing.

Quite frankly my pecker had been fucked nearly off that
morning, I could not have gotten a stiffy for anything,
even if my life depended on it, Tracy's pussy had
merely "sucked" all my cum from my balls all morning in
3 repeated fuckings, plus one bathing of hot salty
yellow piss as she squatted her pussy over my naked
cock and balls.

We did not think to change out of our military
uniforms. Instead we hooked up the car to the boat
trailer and headed off to the nearby C.J. Strike
Reservoir. C.J. Strike was an excellent water-skiing
lake. It only had about 2 miles of borderline road to
it, and the entire reservoir had a coastline of about
150 miles as it yawled in and out of coves high above
the original Snake River riverbed. Just from the boat
landing itself to the far side of the lake was a
distance of 5 miles, and once over there, there were no
roads adjacent to the reservoir.

C.J. Strike Reservoir is a Mecca for bass fishermen. It
is also a Mecca for those bass fishermen who like to
get a case of beer and "go fishin", often leaving the
wife and kids at home in favor of getting drunk on some
sand bar when they get to drunk to fish.

At night C.J. Strike Reservoir has become a breeding
ground for teenaged sex, because with Idaho's sparse
population, this state does not have the resources to
pay for many cops, and certainly not cops in patrol
boats on a lake that has little road access to it. If a
cop did come there, he often did not venture more than
a mile or so from the boat landing, and never in a
boat. This was before the advent of jet skis and their
cheaper usage for law enforcement.

Tracy and I got to the landing, and it was only as we
were backing the boat and trailer into the water that
we realized that we had forgotten to change out of our
military uniforms. Not wanting to ruin these dry-clean-
only cloths, we stripped down to our underwear and left
our uniforms in the back seat of the car. Tracy was a
sight to behold... natural colored pantyhose and bra,
barefoot of course. I remained in my boxer shorts. My
cock had awoken, and at the sight of her near nakedness
was growing slowly.

Tracy climbed aboard the boat and unraveled the towrope
as I slid the boat off the trailer, submerged in the
water. She handed the end of the towrope to me and I
safely secured it to a rock nearby and then pulled the
trailer out of the water and parked the car and trailer
in the parking lot adjacent to the landing.

Then I was ascending into the boat, starting the motor,
and soon we were skimming across the lake, both of us
half-naked. Tracy opened a couple of cans of beer and
we were soon guzzling it, quenching our thirsts in the
hot sun. Her exhibitionist tendencies became very
evident, her pantyhose came off, and then her bra. She
was sitting close to me on my left side as I drove the
boat, and soon her right hand was searching out the
opening of my boxer shorts. By this time I definitely
had regained my stiffy.

We nearly flipped the boat as I tried to lift my butt
from the seat so she could remove my shorts, so I
slowed the boat to a crawl. As soon as she had slipped
my shorts off, it was evident... we were going to fuck
once more. I cut the engine and we converted the boat
seats to beds, and then she was on her back, legs
spread, pulling me by my hardened cock to her honey
hole to once more try to get bred.

In this outdoor scene, with the sun baking down on us,
it was very erotic. We had travelled far from shore to
the middle of the lake. Tracy's pussy was excreting
large amounts of her cum in anticipation of my cock
entering it. Then my helmeted head struck her hot
wetness and I slipped/slid into her hot cave.

The erotic scene was too much for me to bear, and soon
I was once again shooting my low sperm cum into her
reproductive depths as she hollered "fuck me, fuck me,
fuck me, Don... give me your baby!" not knowing that my
cum was little more than oily pee in reality, and she
had about as much of a chance in getting impregnated by
that as she did if she flew to the moon and got fucked
by the man up there.

The fucking, cumming, and beer had taken its toll, and
as we lay there still joined, I felt a warm bathing on
my balls that could only be construed that she was
peeing as she lay there in her naked glory with my cum
seeping from her pussy. I slipped from her and could
see that she was a mess... cum, piss bathing her secret
fertile garden.

I did what was next best to throwing her overboard to
wash herself off in the cold water of the lake, I stood
and peed my piss all over her cunt and lower tummy,
washing her off that way, directing my piss right onto
her pussy lips and opened thigh juncture. Then she sat
up and we caressed and fondled each other into a lot of
love, turning our lust for the first time into real
love. We were falling into a very loving situation and
this was the first time that she made mention that
perhaps we needed to divorce our spouses and marry.

I did not dispute this with her, although it did remain
in my mind that her excuse to marry was much different
than mine... her idea about the situation was that she
was going to have my baby therefore she wanted to
"love" the daddy of her baby. To me, she was a good
fuck, but a fuck nevertheless with no possibility of
her ever having my baby.

But she definitely had some possibilities... if she
truly wanted to have a baby by me, we could work on
this and possibly get involved with another couple that
already had kids, and go into a swapping/swinging
situation where the guy of this other couple fucked
her, spermed her and unknowingly knocked her up so that
in our continuous fucking she would think that her baby
might have come from me.

And of course I would "play" the daddy role well, even
to the point of putting my name on the baby's birth
certificate when it was born and helping her to raise
and support the baby as if it WAS mine! And there was a
good possibility that if all this occurred, that we
could invite this other couple to enjoin with us in a
live-in situation where all 4 of us could live together
with this second guy impregnating both women with
babies, while I fucked them also cumming in them as if
I was knocking them up, too.

We started the boat once more. Tracy wanted to water-
ski. She dove over the side of the boat and asked for
the skis and ski rope, and I cruised to the end of the
ski rope as she placed the skis on her naked feet. Then
the rope was taught, and I "gunned" the outboard. I
will never forget the scene... a naked Tracy coming up
out of the water on those skis. Soon we were skimming
across the water at 40 mph.

The lake had its share of fishermen that day. Through
hand signals that all water-skiers and boat operators
understand, Tracy signalled to me that she wanted to
ski by the horny old fishermen fishing on the lake. I
can imagine the fish stories that went home that night,
of them telling their wives about the naked blond they
saw water-skiing at C.J. Strike Reservoir that
afternoon. Perhaps a few wives "cut short" those
afternoon fishing expeditions in the future?

-= Chapter 5 =-

Posted: November 09, 2003 - 01:23:00 am

Between the beer, hot sun, water-skiing by both of us,
and skinny-dipping a couple of times off a sandbar, the
afternoon took its toll on that occasion. We ended it
and were loading the boat back onto the boat trailer,
when once again my cell phone rang and it was my wife
calling from Boise. She had just gotten a call from her
sister in Los Angeles, and her sister asked that she
fly down there right away to help her take care of her
aging mother who had developed some kind of Flu
symptoms for a week or so.

So rather than return home and have to go back to Boise
to catch the plane for Los Angeles, she was taking the
next plane out to San Francisco and then would transfer
onto another flight in to Los Angeles. While I was
concerned for my mother-in-law's health, I quietly
thought to myself... Tracy's pussy would be rubbed raw
by the time my wife returned home from this weeklong
trip.

As I turned off the phone, I advised Tracy of this new
development and she was excited... her ovulating period
was due to start the very next day, and what better way
than to have my cum in here womb continuously all the
time she was ovulating. By her estimation she would
surely be bred by the time my wife returned home.
Needless to say, our boat loading activity quickly
turned into another time of fucking, and it would be
about 2100 hours before we ended up getting to my place
in married quarters.

The next few days were spent more in bed than anywhere
else. My mattress was so soaked with cum spendings and
pee from us being too fatigued to get up and go piss
after we had fucked, that I had to go out and buy a new
mattress set just before my wife was due to come home
from Los Angeles. I don't think that Tracy put on
panties in that whole two weeks. She often had so much
cum seeping from her pearly white lips that she did
wear a lot of disposable diapers, and of course with
them on, she would often elect to simply piss herself
rather than go to the toilet when she had to pee.

We often would trade piss in bed after a hot fucking
session, with my piss washing off her mons venus and
her piss washing the cunt juice from my cock. Her neck,
nape of her neck, tits, back, and tummy were covered
with hickeys. I kept an ongoing hickey on each side of
her pussy next to her hot cave, and when my cock was so
spent that it would not get stiff, my tongue often
fucked her hot box. I learned how to suction her
spendings from her, which she loved the treatment of
very much.

Infrequently our stamina would diminish to the point
that we simply did not feel like fucking. We both loved
to get out in the mountains of southern Idaho near
Squaw Valley and explore the Sawtooths. Those backwoods
trails were a natural for us... we both loved to get
naked and go hiking out in the woods, up some steep
trail.

On more than one occasion Tracy got fucked on some rock
outcropping with only the birds, bees and other
wildlife to sit back and watch "these sex-crazed human
beings" trying to proliferate the human species. Deer
were especially attentive to our matings. On a couple
of occasions we ran across other couples hiking and we
would stop and visit.

On one occasion after that other couple realized the
remoteness of the area we were in, they, too disrobed
and as we were fondly caressing one another it caused
them to also fuck and we were soon two couples making
love to our chosen mates, before we took up where we
had been before we met, and continued on our way. We
did exchange notes of addresses and phone numbers and
we would later on contact each other, which became
another erotic episode of its own. More on that later.

-= Chapter 6 =-

Posted: November 14, 2003 - 01:11:24 pm

One would think that eventually our interests would
wind down to the point that we often took each other
for granted. Our sex couplings and play took a lot out
of us, and Tracy demonstrated the position that if she
did not get pregnant, her life would somehow end. It
took a lot out of me. While I did not believe in the
term "pussywhipped", I began to feel like that was the
diagnosis of my constantly being tired.

Tracy was simply draining all life fluids from me, one
way or another. So when we were water-skiing one day
back down on C.J. Strike Reservoir, and another couple
that were white and attractive came by on a jet ski
when we had taken a break on a distant sand bar and
were skinny-dipping, and began visiting with us, I
could see a golden opportunity surface.

Perhaps with the right amount of coaching and
persuasion coupled with enough beer consumption, I
could arrange this guy to fuck Tracy, while I played
with his wife. That would possibly offer the
possibility that Tracy would actually get knocked up,
and since I had been fucking her regularly, by the time
she realized she was in fact pregnant there would be no
doubt in her mind that I was the one that had bred her.

Jackie was almost the opposite of Tracy. Large, but not
fat, with at least 38D breasts that were beginning to
sag a little, and her bikini bottoms were well rounded.
Tracy and I were nude, but Jackie and Bill had not
removed their swimsuits yet, so it was rather hard to
figure out what their natural endowments were. But as
we continued to fondle each other and Jackie and Bill
joined with us in our beer drinking, it was becoming
apparent that they were understanding that their
swimsuits were not needed.

Jackie began drinking beer from an obvious thirsty
condition and it wasn't very long before she had
consumed half a 6-pack of the brew. She began looking
around, and it was obvious that she was feeling a
little anxiety. I asked her if something was wrong, and
she admitted that she was about to pee her bikini
pants. I stood and taking her hand, I led her over to
behind a rock. She almost trotted over there and as
soon as we were out of sight of the others she slipped
her bikini bottom down, squatted and peed right in
front of me.

As Jackie slipped her bikini bottoms off, her
similarity with Tracy's smoothly shaven pubes were
contrasted with her reddish pussy bush, and her
extremely white skin with its freckles began arousing
my interest. When she finished, I mentioned to her that
she need not pull her bikini back up because Tracy was
already naked, so she casually slipped them off her
feet.

While she was doing that, I stood and began peeing into
her piss, and as soon as she had removed her bikini
panties she stood and took my now hardened cock in her
hands and aimed my piss at the ground, as I slipped my
right hand across her now bare buttocks to caress her
nakedness, and cradled her nakedness in my arm, kissing
her on the lips. I felt her tongue come from her mouth
as she began tongue fucking my mouth, and as soon as I
finished peeing, we slipped down to the sand beneath
us, with her on her back and then my hardness was being
pulled into her hot cave as she cried for my fucking.

I had barely filled her hot cavern with my muscle and
she began pushing at me to get off her. She expressed
that we did not have a condom to use and she did not
want me to get her pregnant, because she was fearful in
that she was currently ovulating. I plunged my cock
deep into her hot wetness, kissed her and told her that
she did not have to worry, that I was incapable of
making her pregnant because of my low sperm count
condition. That really set her off, and she wrapped her
bare thighs around my sides and locked her ankles
across my bare ass and became a hot bitch in heat under
my barebacked fucking!

On the other hand, Bill was seen sliding his boxer
trunks off about the time that Jackie and I left for
her to go pee. His now aroused and fully inflated uncut
cock made mine miniscule by comparison as sit easily
measured 12 inches and was about the circumference of a
baseball bat, so it quickly got Tracy's attention.

I had not realized it before in all our fucking, but
Tracy was a definite cockhound, hungry for any cock
that could fill her. Not only did she want to have a
baby, she wanted any white cock that she could get, to
fill her void. She probably would have taken a black
cock as well, but she was not on birth control of any
kind and she definitely did not want to take her
chances on getting impregnated with a half-black baby.

Tracy began swooning in heat at that swollen staff.
Nude, like I was, my spent cum was still wet on her
inner thighs and the resultant view to Bill was that of
instant eroticism in that he did not know that that
shiny witness was actually my spendings seeping from
her hot box. His swollen joy stick brought Tracy's
nipples to almost instant erection and it was just a
matter of time as she swept into his naked arms as he
encircled her nakedness and began pulling her naked
buttocks in the palms of his hands.

As they lay on the white sand of the cove, he gently
lay her beneath him and she pulled his pole to her hot
wetness. Jackie and I emerged from behind our rock
where we had peed, just as Bill exploded his hot sperm
deep in Tracy's baby oven. Tracy was practically
screaming with her need for his hot baby-making fishies
and was nearly livid with lust.

As they "came down" from their peak of enjoyment, we
could see her wrap her naked legs around his waist as
she refused to allow his depleted cock to slide from
her depths, and he began kissing, and caressing her
nakedness. Apparently this worked because soon he was
pistoning his cock into her searing hot wetness once
more. We heard him make a concern for not having a
rubber and worrying about her becoming pregnant, and
she simply hugged his nakedness that much more and told
him that she did not care... she actually wanted to
have his baby.

At that time, you could tell that Jack's mindset became
more hotter, and his buttocks movement resembled the
heads on an engine that was being raced, and soon his
second spending deep in Tracy's belly was evident as he
began groaning and moaning his hot sperm deep in her
tummy.

We would continue swapping our partners for the rest of
the weekend in that cove. The women did not seem like
they could get enough of us and our cock juice. Our
privacy became second to our mutual enjoyments and by
the time the next dawn arrived we were simply just
laying there naked and peeing after we had drank so
many beers.

Tracy would not allow herself to be butt-fucked... she
wanted a baby planted in her, but Jackie and I tried
the anal route and neither of us liked it, so we stayed
heterosexual, too. The women were always too snockered
to maintain their balance as they squatted and
defecated, so we men would form our arms into a sling
of sorts that they could sit in, with our hands holding
their bare asses as they did their "dump". Afterwards
we would spray their anuses with our hot piss, washing
all the brown stuff from them, which would normally
bring about yet another hot fucking.

-= Chapter 7 =-

Posted: November 16, 2003 - 12:03:04 am

Although Tracy and I had never met or seen them before,
it turned out that Bill had a tire store in Mountain
Home and Jackie was a housewife and stay-at-home Mom to
two children, ages 2 and 5, who were staying the
weekend with Jackie's Mom, while Mom and Dad had come
to C.J. Strike to jet ski and have naked fun. Jackie
would relay to me...

I was just what she had been looking for as she enjoyed
her pussy getting sprayed full of cum but she was
always fearful of getting pregnant once more because
with the two babies she already had she did not
envision getting pregnant again and having more diapers
to attend to, or have to go through the routine of
midnight feedings. My cock, to her, was a sort of
"God's Blessing"... she loved to fuck and with me she
could fuck all she wanted to as long as she could keep
me with a stiffy, and not have to worry about 9 months
of a swollen belly, pains of birth, varicose veins,
etc.

Bill, on the other hand, hated condoms. We never did
quite find out why they did not use other kinds of
birth control, but when Tracy told him she wanted to
have a baby, that just "made his day". He hardly left
her naked side and she would not "wash" his cum from
her pussy after he had spent in her, just so her hot
cave had plenty of lubrication in it for his next
fucking of her.

Those two women kept us drained of cum all weekend. We
slept naked, on towels and blankets that Tracy and I
had brought with us on the boat, which quickly became
saturated with spent shots of cum, and pee as we drank
ourselves into an orgy of hot naked sex coupled with
carousings and caressing. We ate hardly anything and it
was a good thing that Tracy and I had brought along
several cases of the foamy.

There were very few times any of us stood up, except to
defecate. We simply lay on the blankets and towels and
crawled to each other in our naked drunken states to
fuck yet once more. Jackie loved to fall asleep with
her head cradled in my lap with my spent cock in her
mouth, sucking on it as a baby would suck on its
bottle. Tracy liked to fall asleep with Bill's spent
cock in her pussy, as if she could begin working her
cuntal muscles to milk yet more of his life-giving joy
juice into her hot baby-making belly, just in case her
body began releasing ovaries to be bred.

When Bill would get all fucked out, I'd step in and
fuck her, myself, often slipping my hardness into her
hot oven quite easily, using his spendings already
there as a lubricant. I had told Jackie about my low
sperm count condition but cautioned her to not let
Tracy know of this, so Tracy still believed that I
could make her pregnant as well.

Jackie fully understood that for her to have this
access to a non-sperm producing cock that she would
have to go along with this fraudulent scheme of mine,
otherwise Tracy might not go along with just Bill
fucking her and in desperation begin looking for other
cocks to keep her vagina full of those little fishies
that make babies.

Other than the anal variety of things there was
virtually no exception to where my or Bill's cum could
go, whether or not it was sucked from us or we shot it.
If Tracy was going to get pregnant, it was going to
take a lot of pregnancy testing to find out who had
done the deed, if it had not been for my low sperm
count condition. But Jackie on the other hand would not
let Bill even touch her, as much as she was afraid of
getting a baby sown in her, and as it turned out, this
weekend had her eggs "waiting in droves".

It was a sad moment at 0500 hours on Monday morning
when I awoke everyone and let them know that we had to
get cleaned up, dressed and back to the launch area so
we could get home and get to work on time.

-= Chapter 8 =-

Posted: November 16, 2003 - 12:03:12 am

Tracy and I made it to work on time, but our hangovers
were terrible. She expressed a lot of dissatisfaction
as well in that her pussy lips were so sore from all
the fucking she had experience from both Bill and
myself, that she could not stand to wear panties, and
this made it doubly hard (no pun intended) for me to
keep my hands off her in the presence of others knowing
full well that there was a naked pussy under that WAF
uniform skirt.

Her amorous looks at my direction, and her casual
fondling of my cock through my military uniform pants
did not do much for my peacefulness that I had to
maintain around our military superiors and I was
walking around with a woody most of the morning, until
they had to go flying, at about 1000 hours.

At about 1030 hours, the phone rang. It was Base
Personnel Assignments Section. I had nearly forgotten,
my wife had been wanting to return to Korea so badly
that I had applied for a transfer to that theatre, and
now the Air Force had an opening for my rank and
specialty at Osan Air Base.

With the recent events I was prone to not accept it,
but then I thought that I needed an excuse to get out
of this thing with Tracy... eventually she is going to
be able to put two and two together and determine that
she is not getting pregnant with me, either. This Bill
and Jackie thing was good, but I didn't know how long
that might last as Jackie was getting a little
possessive toward me.

While she had allowed me to fuck Tracy this past
weekend, I could tell that deep down inside she
resented it, and her refusal to allow Bill to fuck her
could only lead to matrimonial difficulties between the
two of them, wherein he might want to divorce her,
especially if Tracy turned up pregnant and decided she
did not care all that much about fucking for another
nine months until the baby came.

So I "volunteered" for this assignment. That night I
told my wife, who got very excited. It had been 10 long
years since she had seen her family, and she could not
wait to get on the phone and call her brother in Los
Angeles. Another brother was in Japan, serving as the
Korean Consulate General in Osaka, to the Los Angeles
brother called him later on.

About 3 hours later, this Osaka brother called us and
advised us that he was sending a Korean Air Lines
ticket to my wife to be used from San Francisco to
Osaka and on to Seoul, via Pony Express Air Mail. The
very next day, it arrived. She had already gotten her
bags packed... she was "going home to Mommy and Daddy",
to await my official transfer through Air Force
channels to join her over there.

This left me alone in my 3-bedroomed Air Force on-base
family quarters. In the process of my wife getting
packed and getting to San Francisco, I made Tracy aware
of the fact that we could now get off work and suck,
fuck ourselves into oblivion right in my quarters EVERY
night on base. To assist matters, her Security
Policeman husband had been alerted for an emergency
temporary duty assignment to DaNang Airbase in Vietnam.

Although he was not aware of my upcoming assignment, he
was aware that my wife was Korean and that his wife
Tracy was enjoying a certain "close" friendship with
what he thought was my wife, because she was spending
so much time with me (he thought she was spending time
with my wife). So with the advent of his temporary duty
assignment it only became a natural that they should
vacate their off-base apartment and for Tracy to move
her stuff in with us and live with us.

That first night after he left almost immediately,
Tracy and I got all her stuff moved into my house. In
the process we had gotten awful sweaty, so as soon as I
carried the last of the boxed clothing into the back
door, Tracy had already stripped naked, closed the door
behind me and began attacking me with the fervor of a
bitch in heat. It would be another 4 hours before we
would even feel like unpacking her clothes. My cum was
all over her naked pussy lips as it seeped from her,
and my deflated cock was awash with my cum spendings
and her hot honey.

When we finally got her stuff unpacked we did a slow
crawl into my bed. I was too spent to do her much good
that night, but we still "spooned" into a sleeping
position. The next morning she was awarded with another
cuntful of my morning piss hard-on as I shot a mixture
of hot pee and hot cum into her baby-making belly. As
we finished she got up and ran to the toilet with me in
tow, and as she sat there pissing, I could hear the
globs of cum dropping into the water below her, mixed
with her hot yellow piss.

We made it to work on time, but I never have been able
to figure out how. I had a lot of work to catch up on,
so I did not pay too much attention to what Tracy was
doing. Later, when we broke for Lunch, she advised that
she had been on the phone a lot of the morning and had
told Jackie what our immediate plans had been as far as
our living arrangements went.

As it had turned out, it was hot summertime, and
Jackie's parents had been planning to take her kids
with them and go camping up in the Sawtooths for a week
or so, so this freed Jackie and Bill to be in an adult
atmosphere without children. Jackie's parents had taken
the kids just that morning.

Tracy and I would then experience the last time we had
a strictly lonely fucking by ourselves that Lunch hour.
We had decided to use our Lunch hour beginning just
that day "eating each other" as opposed to going to the
chow hall. Now that our respective spouses were no
longer around I could give her all the hickeys I wanted
to as long as they did not show on her exposed areas,
and this gave her all the more freedom to do the same
to me.

Jackie would later tell me that my bare ass looked like
I had the permanent chickenpox. Once again Tracy
returned to work without panties, but instead of them
she was using the old female rag to keep my cum
spending from running down her inner thighs.

That night as soon as we got home, Bill and Jackie had
somehow gained entry onto the base and were waiting for
us. As soon as we got out of our cars and into the
house civilian clothes and military uniforms were
scattered about. We did not even make it to the
bedrooms, we lay on the carpet in the living room,
fucking right next to each other.

Once again Tracy was like a bitch in heat, and was so
crazed with wanting her cunt filled with Bill's cock
she did not even seem to hear Jackie crying out for me
to give her my blanks-filled cum. We all fucked through
the night in this manner, I don't even recall getting
up off the floor to go to bed.

I had about a month before I had to report to Travis
AFB in California for my flight to Osan AB. For the
first couple of weeks, I don't think there was one
night that the four of us maintained any kind of sanity
that the outside world would want to know about.

The women had no need for panties so did not wear them,
except for Tracy when she knew that the absence of them
under her uniform might lead her into some kind of
military discipline trouble. Jackie's parents had her
kids and they were enjoying Mother Nature so much (I
often wondered if they might have been nudists and were
actually in a nudist park somewhere as opposed to being
"up in the mountains) that they extended their one-week
into two more, giving them three weeks with their
grandchildren.

In all actuality, we, two, were enjoying Mother
Nature... what more natural way would four adults enjoy
sex with each other than having barebacked sex amongst
each other, of course in a selected mating scheme where
I was matched with a very fertile woman to shoot my low
sperm count cum into her rich baby-making field, and
Tracy was matched with a baby-making daddy when she was
so desirous of being fertilized with his hot baby-
making seeds. All within the enclosed walls of a family
designed home that none of the public would even
suspect of what was going on in there.

Then it hit... Tracy got a call one morning from Base
Personnel Assignments section that she was being
alerted for an overseas assignment to Okinawa, in
support of the Vietnam War. Since her husband was
already over there on a special assignment, in Vietnam,
she had no excuse to not go, especially since I was
leaving in a few short weeks for Korea.

We made those last few days count... there was not a
time but what her pussy was seeping Bill's or my,
cumspendings, oftentimes both. Jackie even got in on
the act a couple of times by exchanging spit with Tracy
and fucking her mouth with her tongue, as I shot my
baby-making seeds wad into Tracy's hot womb.

(Watch for a continuation of this story, under my
authorship, with a different title. Tracy, for the very
obvious reason did not ever have my baby, but she would
in fact have babies, in a different scenario).

The End

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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