The Possible Breeding

Chapter 1

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

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

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

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

We were then on our way to return to the Office. By now the day had
progressed to nearly Lunch time, 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 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 come 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 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 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. By the time she
climbed on the bed and rolled on her back, my cock had grown so large that it
nearly hurt.