I Impregnated the General’s Wife and Sister
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During the 1960s-70s 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 Air Force 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 Police
work, 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 KC-135
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 turd-bird colonel, wanted to get
his star, and with his decaying senile 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 did so and 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 OR the horse he rode in on.

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 B52s
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 horny
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 with arms
full of shopping bags. 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 wherever 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
commradship 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 July’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 July’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.

When I rose from between her legs, my face and hair
were drenched in her pee. July commenced crying and
whimpered in apology at me, “I never did that before
and I’m sorry, but you got me so excited and I’ve never
gone off as quickly as I just did with you. In fact
Steve I haven’t cum with my husband in over ten years,
and I fake it when we have sex.” Then I moved up over
her and slid my cock back in to her hot greasy cave of
joy.

She cried out, “Easy, be easy Steve, not so deep and
hard.” I knew she did not really mean that from my just
previous experience with her, and I commenced fucking
her as hard as I could. She then constantly cried out
it was hurting her but not to stop. She begged me
finally, “Get up on your knees and lift me upside
down.”

I did so, and soon was “pouring” my hardness into her
depths with her bare ass being nailed to my plunging,
her hanging from her crossed feet from around my neck
as I continued to plunder her vulva lips in mid-air.
Apparently my continued pounding into her hot wetness
was taking effect and she changed her mind about the
violence I was offering.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeee HARD!” she cried! “Yeah
harder! Oh yes, like that only harder.” I nearly
strained my back as I held this beauty upside down with
my cock poking nearly straight down into her depths.

I then slipped back down on my knees and I pulled
July’s bare legs upon my shoulders and fucked her
harder than I had ever done with any slut that I put my
cock too, Her body shook from the pounding I was giving
her pussy and I finally squirted and shot my hot baby
making cum up into her tight pussy. She had a way of
working her pussy and it gripped me as I moved in and
out of her slit.

After I unloaded my hot stickiness into her belly, we
just lay there, collecting our breaths and we both
slipped off into dreamland, in the oneness that God
made for us to enjoy. With all the cum I had shot into
her, if she was in her fertile period, she had to have
gotten preggie with my baby. And I largely suspected
that one of the reasons that she had come onto me this
weekend was that she was possibly ovulating, and I was
just handy for my stud services. However, it was
becoming apparent, this little Air Force wife was
falling in love with me.

I awoke to find July had moved down and had started
sucking on my cock. That night we fucked three times
before going to sleep again. It was a good thing that I
had obtained that Viagra from my medic buddy at the
base hospital a few weeks previously when I had tuned
up his ambulance. After I blew my load into July’s
throat and down her gullet, I popped one of those
pleasure pills into my mouth which gave me an ongoing
erection. After 3 more loads of cum shot into her
tummy, I did not have any semen left.

**

The next morning I rolled over onto July and slid my
hardness into her once more. At that time she confirmed
what I had suspected all along…she WAS trying to use
me for stud services. She said that she had this in
mind at the beginning of our fun yesterday, but all
through our Dinner and dancing last night, and then the
subsequent bed games, she now felt like she wanted it
to be much more than just fucking between us because of
how I had treated her in our lovemaking.

I told her that as far as I was concerned, that I’d
give her all the babies she ever wanted, but that she’d
have to figure out a way of providing for them because
I could not do it on my Airman’s salary. She replied
that she did not think that a problem, what with the
note and picture she had found in the Colonel’s flight
suit, and that if he caused any problems over that that
he might as well kiss his Air Force career goodbye,
because when she got through with him in a divorce
before the Wing Commander, his ass wouldn’t be worth
much.

Saturday we drove around the area and then stopped at a
store and she bought both of us some clothing to wear
for the next two days, in case it turned cool when we
went out of the motel room to eat; or if we wanted to
(I picked out a short pleated black skirt that barely
covered her upper thighs and a button-down white blouse
to match and she picked out a kilt-like affair with a
pullover sweater for me. She said she wanted me to wear
something so that if she got horny when we were out in
public, she could always easily get to my cock and
balls as men did not wear underwear beneath those
kilts) go out for the night to a night club and do any
dancing.

That night on the way to the motel we stopped at a
liquor store and I bought a large bottle of Kosher wine
and then we returned to the motel room after we ate our
Dinner, and I kept her bathed in my cum and piss, with
her peeing on me also, all night. We finished off that
750 bottle of wine and after about 2 hours of fucking
it was beginning to “run through” us.

It was a good thing that that room had two beds. We
used the one we had used the first night for our
lovemaking as it was all saturated with cum and pee.
About 3 a.m. we got up and took a shower together and
crawled back into bed in the clean one and quickly fell
asleep entwined in each other’s limbs.

**

Sunday morning we woke up and I was hard as a baseball
bat, thanks partially to that Viagra pill and her naked
skin against me. My cock was ready and when I shoved up
into her heated wetness of her cave she went off almost
immediately. I moved her onto her hands and knees and
getting behind her, she assumed I was going to take her
doggie style like I had last night. I started to poke
it into her rosebud, but she seriously objected.

She said that she knew that her womb had “taken”, but
until the doc made it official, that she was indeed
pregnant, that she wanted all my cum shot into her
pussy. We continued to fuck all day and night that
Sunday, making what God had created a thing of His
beauty in the creation of another little Adam or Eve
inside a future Mommy that was beautiful in her own
right. We did not even have the energy or will to go
out and eat that night.

By the time I got back to the base that next Monday
morning and changed clothes to report for duty, I was
fucked out.

July and I got it on every weekend, and two to three
nights during the week, for the next two years. She had
two of my babies, a boy and a girl, and was pregnant
with the third one, when I had to be transferred to an
overseas base in Korea. She never missed getting
pregnant when she was ovulating–it was like she
constantly had some of my sperm in her.

She had threatened the Colonel with a divorce if he did
not claim paternity on my kids and had made him pull
the necessary strings to get me on military hops’ home
to her on fixed up temporary duty assignments for when
our babies were born, so that when July could begin
having sex again I was there to impregnate her. And
while she was in the maternity ward having our baby
each time, she made sure that one of her military wife
girlfriends was available for me to fuck until she
could begin fucking again. On one occasion I was
returned to my home base to be on hand for my baby to
be born to yet another of these women. July was
pregnant at the time but I deposited some more of my
sperm into her tummy to “make sure”.

When our sixth child was born, July wrapped her arms
about me as she was holding our new baby in the
maternity ward, and suggested that it was about time
that I got promoted to Chief Master Sergeant? With that
the door opened to her room and the guy I had seen
pictures of as a Lieutenant Colonel, and then a full
Colonel walked in.

I had never met him in person. He now was sporting a
star on each of his shoulders. I saluted him and he
shook my hand in congratulations of being promoted to
CMSgt and being the natural father of his babies. I
about fell over as he presented me with orders to a new
base to be that new base’s Chief Master Sergeant of all
Enlisted Men of that base.

That night July and I slept in the General’s bed while
he slept on the couch. She wanted to try yet for one
more baby….Life is good! The next morning the Mommy
of the other baby I had created while July was in the
maternity ward that time came by and threw her arms
around the General. It turned out that she was the
General’s sister and she wanted to have another baby,
too, by the father of her already two-year old that
would be a full sibling to that two-year old.

Her military husband had been a pilot of an F-102 and
had been diagnosed with a low sperm count, and when she
had become pregnant by me with a baby and told him he
was going to be a daddy, he flew his fighter jet into
the side of a mountain. My son and her had been living
since then off a military pension created by the death
of her husband.

She proposed marriage to me and advised that my next
job after retirement would be to be stud to both her
and her sister-in-law on a re-occurring basis until
such time neither of them could get pregnant again. She
then suggested that when our daughters and her
brother’s daughters reached legal age, that I might
think about making some children/grandchildren with
them as well. Did I say that life is good?

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