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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 , a Sergeant, and an A2C.

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 Hogan, meet your
new boss, Sgt----, he 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 Lunch time, so on the way we stopped by the NCO Club
for Lunch. I found that Hogan 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.

Hogan 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 Hogan, who smiled at the idea and agreed to
call me "Daddy" at the Club. Inasmuch as Hogan was only aboute 10 years my
junior
did not matter.....a lot of military people marry women far their senior as
battle/war
incidents occur, or accidents, or bad personal habits take their toll from
smoking, drinking
habits mostly attributed to military life. And while Hogan was only an Airman
and I a
Buck Sergeant, there was not that much difference in rank, but that was easily
attributed
to the difficulty at the time of enlisted personnel to get promoted.....the Air
Force of that
time had most of their fundings set aside for technology and accompanying
equipment
with promotions often far behind the other services. What was missing in easier
promotions was made up for in ease of everyday life, where less military
discipline was
often the norm.

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, Hogan 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
beamed 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. Hogan 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 Carol 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 Hogan was beginning to feel
the alcohol, the hem line 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
adjoinng 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 observaton 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 cum on I could imagine
and my wife is not coming home tonight? I had an idea that that other kind of
"cuming" was going to very much happen.

Chapter 2

As soon as I hung up, I explained to Hogan 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 Hogan
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 cuming, 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 much like a bitch
in heat.
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 jawline 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 fingersthrough 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 mem 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 myelf 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 cuming 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

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 everytime 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 brasseires. Her pantyhose often
were clear see-through, and without the normal pussyhair 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 childrens'
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
alot of experience in diaper changing and drying off that sweet yellow piss
from her honey pot.

Hot yellow piss cuts through the oilyness 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 rendevous 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 alway spent with me in my arms on a
blanket somewheres.

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

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 waterskiing. 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 waterskiing 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 skiis 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 unravelled the tow rope as I slid the boat
off the trailer, submerged in the water. She handed the end of the tow rope 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, cuming, 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 cuming in them as if I was knocking
them up, too.

We started the boat once more. Tracy wanted to waterski. 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
waterskiiers and boat operators understand, Tracy signalled to me that she
wanted to ski by the horney 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 waterskiing at C.J. Strike Reservoir that afternoon.
Perhaps a few wives "cut short" those afternoon fishing expeditions in the
future?

Chapter 5

Between the beer, hot sun, waterskiing by both of us, and skinnydipping 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 week-long 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

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 waterskiing one day back down on
C.J. Strike Reservoir, and another couple that were white and attractive came
by on a jetski when we had taken a break on a distant sand bar and were
skinnydipping, 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
swim suits 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 swim suits 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 fron ot me.As Jackie slipped her
bikini bottoms off, her similarity with Tracy's smoothly shaven pubes were
constrasted 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 simplying 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
defacated, 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

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
caressings. 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 defacate. 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

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 speciality 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 nite 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 nite 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 nite 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, expecially 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, cum
spendings, 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 nonbaby-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. One of those
babies was
one that had been impregnated into her womb by Bill.).

The End