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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- A Possible Pregnancy (couples, rom, cheat, exh, orgy, ws, preg) by DRT (don87654@televar.com) *** My married WAF clerk wanted to get pregnant and have a baby. Her husband, was a blank shooter, but she didn't know that I was as sterile as he was so when she asked me to be the daddy of her babies, I said hell ya! *** Chapter One 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 pantyless 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 Two 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 Three 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 check rides. 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 check rides 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 check rides on the next day had to complete a written examination satisfactorily in order to qualify for their check ride 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. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 25