I Impregnated the General's WifebyDr.T©
During the '60's those of us in the Air Force had to suffer through some crazy times. We were unlike the other services most of the time in that "very important pricks" were always visiting our bases because Air Force One is really, technically, an AirForce airplane and is flown by active duty Air Force pilots, who are assigned to it on a special duty assignment. The Air Force provided some great experiences in picking up tumbleweeds, rocks and other debris when JFK, LBJ, Tricky Dickie, The "Other Ford" were going to visit our base. But one of best things about the Air Force was the wives who couldn't fly on SAC B-52 bombers or KC135 Refueling Tankers, while their Officer husbands got to visit exotic Southeast Asia, even if only allegedly "from the air"--those of us that had been to DaNang, Udorn, PhuCat, TanSonNhut never could figure out what those visiting aircrew quarters were for if those B-52s and KC-135s had never landed there.
Gawd...., one more day of detail in picking up tumbleweeds for the visit by the President. This was driving us nuts. The base spread out over hundreds of acres, and the damn tumbleweeds and rabbit brush would blow from property surrounding the base. In more than one case in the wintertime, trunks of trees would be painted brown with green paper leaves stuck to the branches as if the tree was supposed to look like it was an evergreen Spruce, Fir, etc. Lawns were often painted a dark green if they did not have snow on them, if they had snow on them, the Air Force would go downtown and buy enough Tecksus Turf to cover the snow with. And Lady Bird Johnson was a "stickler" for trash.....she felt that caves and dug outs or hand-dug fox holes were made exclusively for this trash so it could not be seen.We often wondered what she did with her husband's cow manure at their ranch in Tecksus.
The Wing Commander, a bird colonel, wanted to get his star, and with his decaying mind he must have thought if JFK found he had picked up all the tumbleweeds and rabbit brush on the base he would be recommended to Congress for his first star as a Brigadier General. This also applied to some rocks that were or partially able to be seen. Someone had to pick them up, and at times it took a piece of heavy equipment to do just that, never mind the rattlesnakes and sage rabbits that made their home in that rockpile.
Those of us who had to pick up the shit, were then told to put on our dress uniforms and be at Base Operations at the Visiting Aircraft ramp "to welcome JFK." After thousands of hours of picking up those items to improve the looks of a high desert sand pile, we didn't really want to see JFK. Commander-In-Chief or not!
Air Force One landed, and JFK walked down the ramp. He then walked over and spoke with the Colonel and a couple of generals who came in from somewhere, and after possibly five or ten minutes, walked over to his U.S. Marine helicopter, got on board and took off for the hinterlands where a nuclear facility and some press cameramen awaited his political tour.
Those of us who had gathered the desert crop of weeds, could not believe he didn't at least thank us for the hard and stupid work done on his behalf. Perhaps he didn't address us as it was obvious he saw millions of tumbleweeds blowing across the base in all directions. Whatever happened to that full bird, I wondered--the one that just had to get his first star?
Anyway, after things got bad in Vietnam, thanks to Sir Robert Shit For Brains, the crew members in the B52's and KC-135s from SAC bases from all over the US, would go TDY (temporary duty assignment) for three months or more at a time, planes and all.
Airman like myself didn't have a lot of money, as we were only making around $70-$90 dollars a month. So we would hang around the base where we might meet a wife whose officer hubby was gone for three months, strike up a conversation and arrange to meet off base.
The first time I managed to hit on a wife was rather strange from what the other airmen told me later. I was at the Base Exchange looking for a present to send my mother for her birthday. After purchasing a gift I could afford and one I knew my mother would enjoy, I walked out of the BX and headed for the snack bar in the recreational complex.
I turned the corner at the complex and walked right into a red head that was slightly overweight. She started to fall and I grabbed at her, catching her blouse which pulled out from her skirt where it had been tucked. That would not have been a problem, but I didn't let go immediately and the buttons pulled off and exposed her white bra. I attempted to apologize but my words were stupid, even if I was twenty-two years old.
Finally I was able to express my apology and looking at the woman I noticed she was staring at me and not closing her blouse as if in some kind of awe, and shock. Thank Gawd another person happened to be near as this all went down. Then the woman looked at me and smiled and asked me, "Walk with me to my car, so no one will notice me with my blouse torn." Then she told me, "If someone comes, you move so I can stand behind you and keep any prying eyes from seeing me like this."
When we got to her car, she opened the door and turned to me. As we introduced ourselves to each other as me-Steve, and her-July, she made no attempt to cover her large 35DD appearing chest, to each other as I took her bags and placed them in the car's trunk. She wrapped her arms about my shoulders and gave me a big hug of appreciation. I reached up with my right hand and tilted her face up to meet mine as I dipped my lips to meet hers for much more than a simple hug because it was quite obvious that since she did little to cover her exposed bra from her torn blouse, she was open to a little more than proper married Air Force wife conduct.
Our mouths came together and I felt her tongue searching mine, and soon we were trying to suck each other's tonsils out. I reached down and cupped her buttocks through her skirt, pulling her hard against my stiffening cock. She pulled away as she felt my cock against her, saying she could do nothing like this here, and then she offered to drive me to my barracks or whereever was I headed. I told what I'd been doing and said that I was going downtown to the Greyhound bus station to go to my mother's for my mother's birthday. July thought that was very nice. Then we got into her car and she drove to her house. As she was pulling into the carport of her home, I knew this was officer housing, and high- ranking officer housing at that.
"Get down on the floor, and stay there until I return, as I'm going to put on another blouse, okay, Steve?" she asked, almost as if ordering me.
I peeked up one time while she was gone, and I saw a resident sign saying something about a Lieutenant Colonel Hollopeter. I wondered if his was really empty and hallow.
When July returned she got in the car. She had changed alright and had put on a pair of hot pant shorts that were so tight you could view the indention in the center of her crotch. The top she had put on was similar to a t-shirt that was entirely too short for her chest, and I could easily see the lower parts of the roundness in her breasts. It was very obvious that she was not wearing a bra or panties. I started to raise up, but she ordered that I stay down until we get off base. She then asked my idea about how we could get off the base and past the AP at the base gate?"
"How about you pull over near the park at the base entrance and I will climb into the trunk?" I suggested.
That is how we made it off base without anyone seeing Hollopeter's wife with some young airman that wasn't her husband. Leaving the base, she drove to the rear of a filling station a short distance from the base and let me out of the trunk. Then she drove the opposite direction from the nearby town and headed for a destination of I didn't know where.
"When do you need to be back on base, Steve? she asked me as I now began stroking, massaging her bare thighs.
"Being as how it is Friday, not until 0800 hours Monday morning when I have to report to my duty section in the Base Motor Pool," I informed her.
"Great, so what say we head towards "nowhere" and find a motel that doesn't ask questions," July asked more in a statement than a question.She then drove for over an hour and pulled into a large motel and when we drove to the office, she handed me fifty dollars and told me to book us a room for two nights and if I needed more money let her know. When I showed my military ID, the clerk gave me a special rate and it came to just over $40.
July met me at the door after I left the office. We went to our room and as soon as I shut the door, she was on me, in as if in heat! She wrapped her arms around my neck and climbed up my body with her body, pulling my head down so my lips would meet hers. She began searching for my tongue with her tongue and my cock began to harden against her lower tummy.
I slipped my hands down the inside of her hot pants and cupped her buttocks in the palms of my hands, which forced the waist of her hot pants to tighten across her bare midrift showing her navel. She reached down and undid the waist to her shorts which allowed me more freedom to massage and manipulate her now nearly bare buttocks. She then reached down and unzipped my pants and undid my belt, and my pants and her shorts were soon puddled together on the floor. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the motel bed, laying her on it as she pulled me down on top of her as she spread her white creamy thighs apart to receive me. My rock hard cock did not need directing, it was as if it could smell her pussy juice. I slid up her body to cup her tits under her blouse, and she reached up and pulled my mouth back to hers. As our lips touched, my cock with its pre-cum seeping from it, found her honeypot and I slid into its hot steamy-like greasy interior, stopping only at her baby factory.
She wrapped her naked bare thighs around my waist and locked her heals across my bare ass as I probed deep into her belly. My cock felt like she was made of hot oil inside her tummy. With that exquisite burning feeling I could feel the end of it seemingly start to burn.
She began a milking, squeezing, manipulation of her cuntal mouth muscles as if to milk the base of my cock, as she cried out in lust at her cumming. I almost passed out, it felt like she was trying to block my cum from coming up my dick to spurt into her heated depths. I reached down with my mouth and and began biting the nape of the neck of this wild Air Force Officer's wife. I had my hands beneath her squirming bare ass and could feel her womanly liquids seeping across her rosebud. I slipped my middle finger into her ass hole and began finger-fucking her with it.
She could not take very much of this and I felt her body tighten up into another climax. She began hollering for me to fuck her deep and to cum in her.I raised up from her head and asked her if she was on some kind of birth control, and she replied for me not to worry about that, but to just cum in her. I lay back down on her breasts, and began giving her several more hickeys on the nape of her neck, bare shoulders and the next time the end of my cock hit her cervix, I flooded it with strings of my pearly white cum that was full of baby makers to swim into her womb.
Afterwards with me still in her, we relaxed, sated. I rolled her over so she could lay on me, cuddling with me. She had disengaged her naked thighs from around my waist and now it was my turn to wrap my legs around her waist as she pulled her naked legs together, still locking my softening cock into her depths. I glanced at where she had lain, and the sheet was like someone had poured a bucket of baby oil on it. I felt our mixed fluids begin to seep from her wanton lips to slip down across the base of my cock and my balls to puddle beneath my bare ass. She soon slipped off to netherland. Soon sleep overtook me as well.
We awoke about half an hour later and my softening cock had slipped from her relaxed pussy muscles. We both had to pee, so we got up and went to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and she reached down to direct my cock so it would pee into the water. She then sat on my lap and began peeing between my legs also into the water. Afterwards I had to take a shower to wash the urine smell off me.
We emerged from the bathroom and got dressed. I sat in the chair with her on my lap and we spoke for a while about her excessive nyphomania and how she wanted to have a baby. It turned out that apparently Hollopeter's cock was in fact empty....she said that they had been married for over 10 years and had been trying to get pregnant and had not been sucessful. They had kids living with them but those kids were from Hollopeter's former marriage and that she suspected that his first wife had simply given up and had been bred by one of his buddies. She then suggested we go to the motel bar and have a drink. This was more than a great way to start the weekend. I was thanking my God that I had helped her at the supermarket because now I was becoming a member of the Studs for Impregnating Lonely TDY Air Force Wives. Some of us single guys in the barracks had sorta started a comradsmanship of being available to fuck and possibly breed these wives when their husbands were TDY, because it was our experience that those husbands in their TDY jaunts were leaving many mixed blood babies in Vietnam, Thailand, Korea and the rest of the Far East and SEA on their deployments, so why shouldn't these military assholes come home to a pregnant wife? I mean...with all the collections of weeds and rattlesnakes and rocks we Enlisted men made for those Very Important Prick visits after these asshole flying officers got promoted to command-level positions, what better way to pay them back?.
Until that day I had not had sex for over two months and I was ready for this full weekend with this AF wife beauty. As I gazed at her over cocktails--she was drinking Mexican coffees (this would give her a wide awake drunk and fast, with its Cahlua-Tequila-Rum shots mix and coffee and cream with whipped cream on top with a cherry), I could barely wait to begin my endeavor to keep her naked in bed for the weekend and freshly fucked.
July was just over 40. She looked to be about 5'6" tall and about 160 pounds. She was the stepmother of a boy and two girls, all three who were in college. At first she denied her husband was an Lieutenant Colonel but when I told her I had seen his name and rank on their base housing door, she admitted it was true. She pleaded with me not to tell anyone about our being together.
"Steve, you might not believe me, but this is the very first time I have ever cheated on my husband. She said that while other women at the Officer's Club often told about fucking some young airman or NCO, that until today she had refrained from doing so. She said that her want of getting pregnant had finally brought itself to a head and she did not foresee any other way of having a baby except by artificial insemination, which seemed too clinica and artificial to her.
She said that at the Officer's Club, other wives seemed to have a close knit group that always seemed to be talking about the lower torso physical attributes of various members of the NCO or Airmen's Clubs as they talked about going out on their husbands. For over three hours we enjoyed talking about all types of things and then the band started. We danced until midnight and then headed to our room. This older married package of dynamite was obviously getting horny again as I felt her drop her hand to cup my cock through my slacks. I had taken her out on the dance floor one more time and I had to stop dancing with her midway through the song because it was obvious that if I did not she was going to rape me on the dance floor. It was all I could do stir her out to her car. She had drank too much to drive, so I put her in the passenger side and I drove her car, a bright red Dodge Viper, back to our room.
Once there July became aggressive and pulled me into her arms and started kissing me like crazy. She knew more about French kissing than any woman I have ever known. Her tongue seemed to try to reach down the back of my throat as she licked the inside of my mouth. She then pulled back and said that she wanted to tell me some very important things that she considered that I should know, because she felt a certain need to do so as she was afraid of the early signs of love forming at me that our lust had created; and told me about finding a photo of her husband and some Asian slut bitch with slanted eyes in one of his flight suits he had left behind. The picture was "signed" with lipstick marks on it and the girl had pulled her skirt up and was showing her shaved pussy with a slightly swollen lower belly, as if she was pregnant. On the back of the picture was an explanation that this Asian whore had gotten knocked up by some Air Force Captain Navigator who had since rotated back to the States, and now she was looking forward to marrying July's Lieutenant Colonel husband because he could not impregnate a woman, but that he wanted to raise kid.
Then I started removing Marge's clothing, one article at a time. There were only four articles--a button down white blouse that was nearly see through, her hotpants shorts, and two shoes. In her haste to accompany me to the motel she had left all her other clothing behind....it was obvious that she had one thing in mind for this weekend....to get my stud services and to possibly stay naked all weekend, except to go out to have a drink or eat something other than my cock or swallow my cum.
I undressed quickly and then carried her to the bed, my hard cock now swinging as I walked, carrying her in my arms. July had a waist line that was just right for my comfort as I lay on her belly, with my hardness poking at the backside of her navel. Her body was in great shape. Her breasts were 36DD she told me, so I had guessed a little short of what they appear to me to be. At her pubic the thickest crop of pubic hair I had ever uncovered. Her pubes were red and almost the same dark color as the red hair on her head and the skin on her lower tummy was almost white as snow, except like the rest of her body, she had little freckles alll over it.
"Eat my pussy, please Steve, it has been so long since I've been eaten." Looking at her, I had to ask, "How long since you've had your pussy licked July, and tell me the truth." She hesitated, then advised, answering "Over two years, but don't talk now, just eat me out, please, now?"
The hair guarding Marge's pussy covered from just below her belly button and down about an inch onto her inner thighs and legs below her pussy lips. It was thick and long and when I caught some between my thumb and fingers, I pulled it out and it reached at least three inches in length. I normally prefer to eat a shaved pussy, so I made a mental note to myself that the next time July and I got together, she had a shaving coming. I told her this and she quickly hugged me in appreciation, saying that she had always wanted to get shaved but that the Lieutenant Colonel refused to do this for her, and she was afraid of cutting her vulva lips in doing so. She then asked if that meant that we were going to continue fucking, and I told her that I was going to make 4, 5, or 6 babies in her before we finished with each other, if then. She was vivid with joy as she clasped me to her, swooning in lust.
When I commenced eating her, she screamed out in about 30 seconds--"Oh my God Steve, eat me harder, I'm CUMMING! Oh it is so good and it has been so LONG!"
I continued eating her pussy and she went off again. This time when she came she actually shot pee from her pussy and flooded my mouth with her piss. The salty yellowish fluid splashed inside my mouth at first and then I continued licking her pussy as she pissed for at least a minute.