Wonder Woman Meets JAG
Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 9:46 am
Major Mackenzie, Judge Advocate General’s office, Mac to her friends and coworkers put down the briefing folder. She was thoroughly disgusted with what she had read. How could a Naval Officer have debased herself so much, she had wondered. But here it was in black and white with photos. It showed a shapely Ensign Prince at recruit camp and now showed the Lt junior grade complete with huge breasts she must be 44GGG the Marine Maj thought. She looked like a pinup off the side of a World War 2 bomber. How could she have possibly have passed the fitness test with boobs like that, she thought to herself for the MAJ herself had a full cup of 36D and it was everything her sports bra could do to contain her bosom when she was exercising. Not that having a big chest was bad, but here she was at a sailors bar, amateur night, and then in a wet t-shirt contest. Finally she had given birth to a pair of twins without being married. Worst of it was it appears she favored getting involved in enlisted men, which was why the JAG office had gotten involved. The Admiral wanted her to prosecute this, to use his words, ‘tart’ and had ordered Mac down to go over preliminaries and confirm this. It would help if a woman was prosecuting another woman, the optics would be better, Mac knew this is what the Admiral was thinking, but still she was a little annoyed that a woman could let the side down so badly, gave professional women a bad name, she stuffed the pictures back in the classified docket and then organized the TDY to this Navy Post where inter agency IADC had its Headquarters.
Mac had just entered the headquarters when she met the Post Chief Warrant officer, a huge black man with a chest full of ribbons. “Morning Mam,” he said politely. “Maj I just couldn’t help notice but your dress ribbons aren’t quite straight, do you mind if I adjust them,” the Master Chief asked? He was a big burley black seaman asking a typical NCO question. She nodded her approval and followed him to his office. She expected him to pull out the ribbons and replace them straight on her tunic, she’d always had a problem getting the darn things properly centered on her tunic, and the swell of her 36D always seemed to make them hang crooked on her Marine tunic. He straightened her ribbons and then getting close to her, she could smell his musk, he slipped a beefy hand almost a paw inside her tunic to make sure he didn’t push the pins into her chest. “You know when I had a basic platoon I stabbed a young woman pinning a ribbon on, don’t let that happen again, sorry for the inconvenience,” he said by way of explanation. She nodded but his big knuckles immediately brushed up against her breast despite their thin shielding of blouse and bra. He fiddled a bit with pushing the pins through the tunic material, all the more rubbing his knuckles and his Navy ring against her left nipple which rapidly responded to the stimulation. He thought to himself, yup all big titters have quick response nipples, a good sign of a breeder. “There you go Maj, all fixed up,” he said pulling his hand out of her tunic”. “Ah, thanks, Master Chief,” Mac said trying not to show she was still thinking about his big hand rolling across her breast or produce a blush which she couldn’t help either.
“Master Chief I was sent here by the Navy to investigate why so many single officers and sailors are becoming pregnant, it’s detracting from operational efficiency,” she said using her cover story. Mac expected a dinosaur answer that she had fought all her career against. “Well mam, I think we have excellent female officers and sailors and if we are to keep our numbers up the navy needs to make allowances for the fact that they were destined to be mothers to as well as professional navy folks,” he said. “That’s very progressive of you Master Chief,” she said thinking about her original dinosaur thought. “Look at Lt Prince, excellent analyst, newly promoted, single divorced mother with two kids, we need to help people like that, which is why I insisted on the Post having a modern accessible day care facility,” he said. “But wouldn’t it be easier if she followed the traditional pattern of marriage,” Mac asked? “It would, but let’s face it a woman who joined the navy doesn’t want a traditional life, if she does she leaves, if she chooses to stay that is difficult for some husbands to accept, and many of the more driven professional ones also have a strong maternal instinct, we should allow her to be a mother, who gives a damn who the father was,” he said. “Take yourself, do you want children,” he asked? She nodded affirmatively. “Off course you do, its natural,” he said. She couldn’t help but blush, here she was talking about babies with a man who moments before was rubbing against her breast. “But you aren’t married yet and already a Maj, hard to do it all, isn’t it, Lt Prince is divorced from a service husband who was posted back to the Airforce where the pencil necked dick belonged, excuse my French,” he said. “Hard to resist a comment when a man abandons a woman with two infants,” he said. He didn’t add that both of them were distinctly dark in color and obviously not the husbands spawn. They finished their chat and headed off to their respective duties. The Chief pleased to have planted the idea seed, and eventually some real seed in what he knew would be his next addition to the Black Officers Boobs Club or BOBC. Mac couldn’t help but ponder his comments and her response about babies, her nipple was still hard from where he had brushed against it.
The Major joined the officers rank for morning PT as she had arranged with the Master Chief. She wanted to see if the reports comments were true and this was the easiest way to start at morning PT. She was amazed to see the ranks were all white female officers and the NCOs were almost exclusively black males with a few Hispanics as well. She shrugged of the demographics, just a reflection of this post not American society she thought. The officers spread out in front of the men and then began the warm up. She just couldn’t help shake the feeling that all those eyes were ogling her as she jumped up and down with the jumping jacks, stretches and lunges. The Master Chief kept an eye on the new JAG officer, not that that wasn’t hard to do, nice looking piece of ass, her full boobs bounced up and down. Mac had arranged herself to be beside Lt Prince. I don’t know why she doesn’t knock herself out she thought to herself as the woman’s monstrous breasts bounced up and down. They did the run, or rather a very slow run, which the Marine found hardly taxing. Then they were grouped into four men and one woman for a round robin of exercise stations. The black sailor holding her feet grinned at Mac as she did her thirty sit ups, ‘boy she had nice firm tits for a woman her age’, he thought as her nipples made a nice dent her in grey t-shirt and sports bra. Mac ignored the young man who she knew was regularly starring at her chest, it wasn’t new to her. She tried to impress them with her straight push ups, they were impressed with how her ample bosom hung down as she did them. She looked over at Lt Prince to see her tits touching the ground as she did her push ups, on recovery her shirt was stained by the wet dew. Soon Mac’s was to as they did other calisthenics, leaving her with distinctive wet t-shirt. She pressed on with the exercise routine.
Flag football, shirts vs. skins was how they ended the session. Mac was assigned as a skin and followed the other female officers in peeling off her t-shirt to go with her sports bra only. She was a running back at college in the women’s intramural league and readily got into the game despite some misgivings. The steamboats counted down and she ran a L pattern bypassing the Master Chief. She reached up grabbed the ball and tucked it under her breasts. They could be an advantage she’d discovered, much harder to pop the ball out from its cradle as she ran. Unfortunately she wasn’t quite as quick. The Master Chief’s big paws slapped down on her back. He pinched her bra together and popped three of the four clasps loose as he tagged her out. It was good for a first down and she was pleased with herself. Mac saw Diana in the offensive line ahead of her toe to toe with a big seaman. Mac bolted as the play kicked off using a modified pattern. She sprinted past the Chief, grabbed the nicely placed ball and tucked it under her breasts and started to run. She missed Seaman Brown angling in and he punched the ball to spring it loose. The ball popped free its upward momentum springing both her breasts free of their loosened sports bra. She fell on top of the seaman as they both went down feet intertwined. The play quickly ended with the turnover. It was only then as Mac pushed herself off did she realize her bare breasts were wedged into the seaman’s face. She blushed and quickly pulled her sports bra up. He winked at her and her blush spread. He wasn’t the only one to see her shapely tits pop loose. The next play the pass went elsewhere but she ended up in a tangle, straddling a black seaman she had run over, but suffering another wardrobe malfunction as the lack of support and her aggressive moves caused her to pop loose much to everyone’s delight.
“Ah Maj could I have a word,” the Master Chief said taking her aside as the troops headed for the showers. “I know it was an accident but um could you try not to have wardrobe malfunctions, it could lead to serious injuries, look at Seaman Brown over their his Johnson is still stiff as a plank,” he said straight faced. “Umm Master Chief it was,” she stammered at a loss for words. “Don’t worry about it Maj as a Marine we both know shit happens,” he said and headed off. She sure has nice tits, with big suck able nipples he smiled. Mac was still reviewing in her mind what had happened. It wasn’t as if she was ashamed of showing her tits in public she had gone topless in college at spring break, and with her Australian boyfriend as was their local beach custom, but in front of American seaman well, she mused. Still she couldn’t help take another look at Seaman Johnson’s massive tent in his shorts, his cock must be huge, she looked around their were others like that too. This isn’t how things are suppose to be going, Mac chided herself. Still it had been a long time since someone had felt her tits up, or she’d had the chance to see stiff straining dicks and it stirred the cougar in her more than she cared to admit.
“Did you see the Major’s wardrobe malfunction, popped her tits right into Seaman Brown’s face,” said one junior officer. Mac came around the corner into the shower room amidst the buzz of conversation which quickly changed to other subjects. Despite that her face burned red. “Boys sure seemed to enjoy it, see them hard cocks all sticking out, only reason we won was they couldn’t run with them huge hard on,” said another. Mac’s face flashed to what she’d seen as well, a couple of guys cocks had burst free, thick banana shaped dicks swinging free.
She decided she would meet Lt Prince to discuss the Chief’s comments. They met as Lt Prince was leaving for the post day care. Mac agreed to accompany her, they could have a more frank talk their anyway she suspected, with the woman more at ease. Both women were greeted by the squeal of babies crying and mothers clucking, it was a busy place but their were nicely appointed quiet rooms off to the side where mothers took their babies to nurse. It was evident that this is what Lt Prince had come down to do. Mac watched her unbutton her uniform blouse, pop open the nursing bra and expose her huge breast. Her beautiful dark skinned baby instantly latched on and quit fussing as she sat down in a comfortable leather chair. Fascinated Mac watched Diana’s reactions as she cooed to the infant and then closed her eyes as her milk let down. Mac couldn’t help herself and asked, “Diana what’s it feel like,” Mac had always wondered, and couldn’t find a way to be subtle so just asked in a plane old Marine way? “Well umm, it feels ten times more intense when the milk is letting down than when it’s just let’s say nipple manipulation,” she replied. “Really,” Mac said.
“I don’t mean to pry but my investigation on single mothers need s some facts, can I ask you about your divorce,” Mac asked? Diana wasn’t near as conditioned to man’s world social norms to not mind explaining what had happened. The fact that Steve couldn’t stimulate her sexually because of the size of his organ, or was unable to give her a child, she had explained. He couldn’t understand that she needed these things, and when she found people who could do both had taken advantage of the opportunity, she still did care for him, Mac was fascinated. But she couldn’t put up with the petty jealousy when the babies both turned out to have darker than normal skin, so he left, his loss as far as she was concerned. Lighting up the moment she said, “it is true, the dark ones have big cocks,” she winked at Mac who blushed. Diana burped her first daughter and put her in a handy crib as the attendant brought the next one in. Diana had already exposed her other breast and dumped the damp breast pad.
A couple of black seamen entered the nursing room. “Hi Lt, Maj, how are the little tikes doing today,” they asked? “Oh both are doing well, greedy too,” she replied oblivious to the fact that she was completely topless to them. “Lt Prince introduced both men who it was obvious knew her well, did she fraternize with other ranks Mac wondered as one said “Pleased to meet you Major?” The conversation retuned to children, the men explained they were fathers and loved kids. One asked, “any children yourself mam?” “Um no seamen Jones,” she replied. “Well if you don’t mind me saying I bet you would be a terrific mom, can tell that about people can’t I Jerome,” he said to his partner. “That’s a fact mam, he knew when Lt Prince came that she would be a terrific mother,” the young man said and Diana beamed at the complement. Mac couldn’t help but blush, seeing that Diana said, “you two stop teasing the Maj, Mam they don’t mean anything by it, it is in fact a complement,” she said not sure how the Marine Major would react. Mac couldn’t believe she was sitting there with her breasts hanging out nursing while talking to a pair of seamen who were obviously staring at her huge tits, yet talking about making babies. Was that bulges growing in their pants? The two men stayed and chatted while she finished nursing and then left as coffee break stand easy ended. “Do they always come over,” Mac asked. “Oh no, generally a couple of different guys from the division come over to talk,” the Lt said. Mac couldn’t help but think she was showing her huge tits to every sailor who wandered in when Diana said. “These are men from my Division, the same ones who I do PT with,” she answered. “They also visit the other nursing seamen and officers here,” she added. “I see,” but she didn’t quite understand this, it was far too liberal for her conservative Marine mind, but it seemed very normal to all of them. “Let me get this straight, these men come over and see if they can make babies with the mothers here,” she asked. “Yes, that’s about right,” Diana replied. I bet this Maj’s never heard of the term MILF before, Diana thought to herself, but she sure was starring hard at the boys crotche’s, Diana thought to herself. The sight of bulging white pants still stuck in Mac’s mind however as Lt Prince put herself together. Mac accepted the baby from Diana, she couldn’t resist it when Diana handed her the little bundle and quickly began making baby noises at her as she headed for the crib beside her sisters. They headed back to her office.
Mac attended the next PT session the following day. ‘Wheel barrow races, how silly is that she thought’, as she joined her three male partners. The women were to be the wheels. Mac got down on all fours and spread her legs as she felt the first teammate get ready. One of her teammates bent town and said, “ah listen Maj the Chief gives the winning team a half day sliders, we have a special way of moving a three legged hold are you good to try,” he asked innocently. She nodded affirmative, and he smiled. She couldn’t see the man behind her slip his huge cock out from under the leg of his shorts. He knelt down behind her spread well toned legs, eased her hem and panties aside and slipped his dick under the hem of her shorts. Mac felt his warm legs on her skin, it was arousing, she couldn’t help but notice the big cocks the men had. She had been starring intermittently at them all session and it was making her horny, a creeping wetness pervaded her sex. He continued to ease his legs and man meat forward. With practiced dexterity he held her clothing with one hand. He quickly guided his cock into the mouth of her pink lips. Mac was wondering what was happening when she felt him tug on her shorts at the same time as the starter said, “on your mark get set go.” He shoved his cock forward, before she could say anything her arms were moving to prevent her from falling on her face. His cock was a good six inches in now as he held her legs and she continued to move to the finish line. Oh god she groaned as his cock pounded her sex as she arm marched to the turn point. She made it to the end and he wheeled her around. He dropped to his knees, shoved his cock all the way in and she could feel his seed burst inside her. Before she could say anything the next man pulled aside her shorts, stuffed his dick in and lifted her arms up, “let’s go major,” he said. She looked over and their was Diana already moving off with the Master Chief between her legs. As the second sailor was pulling her shorts aside, the first reached up and unsnapped her sports bra. He bra quickly came down over her arms and got in the way, she with a quick dexterity slipped it off as she arm walked along quickly much to the delight of her partner. By the time they reached the turn point both her tits were splattered in mud from the field as they flopped freely in rhythm to her movement. She could barley move by the time the final turn came, her arms ached, her pussy was on fire. She collapsed face down over the finish line as Seaman Brown filled her with his baby makers, his huge cock buried to the hilt. Finally she got up her tits were covered in mud and she could feel sex juices running down her inner thigh. One of the seaman handed her a muddy bra, it was awhile before she realized her breasts were hanging out. She wasn’t alone however, all the wheels were in similar shape as they headed for the shower. Absent mindedly she pulled her bra over her mud spattered tits.
She showered up with the rest of her PT partners. As they got dressed one of the Lieutenants came over to her and said, “here Major you might want a morning after pill.” Mac took the little blue pill and then headed over to the fountain for a drink to wash it down. Diana had watched the whole scene. “Meg I thought they were red,” she asked? The redhead put a finger to her lips, “yeah they are, that’s a fertility pill, that bitch is here to investigate the boys, and cause trouble, you better watch out you been knocked up by an enlisted men they might court martial you, figure if she herself gets knocked up no investigation,” she said in whispered voice. “Besides see how she liked Seaman Brown’s cock, moving in on my action already using her rank and her big silicone tits,” the redheaded JG said.
Mac swung by Diana Prince’s trailer park, it reeked of white trash as she walked in dressed in her Navy Whites. Folks were used to seeing Diana in her uniform but it didn’t stop the men folk lounging around from catcalls as another top heavy piece of white bitch swished past in her tight Navy skirt. How does she stand this place, Mac wondered to herself? She ignored the comments and stares. ‘Tap, tap ,tap,’ she struck the screen door to Lt Prince’s mobile home. “C’mon in,” she heard her call. An infant was wailing and it sounded like she had her hands full. The youngster had quite the howl, it didn’t sound like one of Diana’s? “Can I help Diana,” she said coming into the trailer and seeing her nursing both her daughters, and another strapping black boy in a diaper rolling around and wailing in his crib beside her. “Perfect timing Mac,” she said, “Leroy their was dropped off by my neighbor, Mrs Cockswell, I often sit for her when she has basketball for her two teenaged boys, just bad timing today,” she said. “Does he want a bottle or pacifier or something,” Mac asked? “Well, good question actually he likes to suck on real nipples, he just spits out pacifiers, actually he sucks real good and it feels great, would you mind, no one is around,” she said. “Well um,” she paused, “sure why not, better than listening to him wail,” she said unbuttoning her blouse. She untucked it, and reached back to unsnap her bra. She reached down and picked him up, her big tits dangling down in front of her, before she could place his head he had already aimed for the closest nipple and latched on. “Hey,”, she said surprised by the quick sensation. “Yeah he has the nipple thing all figured out,” Diana said from experience.
Mac settled down and the next thing she saw was a huge black penis sticking out from the side of his diaper. “That’s huge,” she said out loud. “Oh he does that every time,” Diana said. Mac grabbed the huge cock and tried to stuff it back inside his diaper with her one available hand. All she succeeded in doing was making it longer and stiffer, which made it impossible for her to put back inside the diaper. Diana was smiling as he watched her new found friend wrestle with a stiff black cock. “You had better…” Diana didn’t finish the sentence as Jerome sprayed his sperm around, it was like a fire house Mac of course immediately reacted but in doing so she just managed to sent his jets of sperm everywhere, it splattered across her uniform blouse, her white skirt, across her cheek, their was white gobs of man goo everywhere. She couldn’t be mad at a baby, she just looked down at him, “he sure does have more spunk than I’ve seen before,” she said, wiping it off her cheek. She couldn’t help when a little ran into the corner of her mouth and she licked it off. Mac tried to pull Jerome of her nipple so she could clean up his mess but he just howled, not that she didn’t mind what he was doing to her. So she just let him suck while she pulled up her blouse, removed, her bra and moved him to her other nipple. That didn’t take care of her soiled skirt but his ministrations we having such an effect that she didn’t care. She spread her legs wider and with her free hand she hiked up her skirt and began to rub her own wet sex.
It wasn’t long before baby Jerom’s Johnson was stiff as a plank again. Diana came back into the room and starring at a topless Maj, legs spread skirt up, finger in her own cunt with sex in her eyes smiled and said, “He’s going to blow again, let’s put him somewhere it belongs.” Mac didn’t quite get it as she rubbed herself and he sucked her to almost orgasm, just a little more she was thinking when Diana rolled baby Jerome on top of her and stuck his bulbous black cock tip into her waiting snatch. She grabbed his diaper and shoved him deep inside her, “Oh yes,” she said as it sent her over the edge. “Feels so good,” she cooed forgetting that she had a ‘babies’ penis in her, that was really a midget man’s dong. It wasn’t long before Jerome spewed another load of baby makers inside her waiting love tunnel. Spent Jerome fell asleep on her chest, so Diana picked him up and laid him down in her extra play pen, he sure was heavy for his size.
‘Tap, tap,tap’, the door swung open and Jerome’s two older brothers walked in. Before them stood Diana blouse open, both her huge white tits hanging out of her nursing bra, droplets of milk still hanging on, and Mac, naked from the waist up, panties on the floor skirt up legs spread. “Wow, bro, we got some, these white broads are in serious need of some sexual relief,” he said, his cock instantly erect. Before Mac could react he had his huge black cock out, and was stuffing into her sex as he manhandled her 36Ds. Diana took his brother to the bedroom. The sound of springs being strained soon filled the trailer as the virile young men humped the shit out of a MILF and a big titted cougar. It didn’t take long for Mac to have another orgasm and despite his long huge pole, he didn’t have much staying power before the young teen burst his seed bare back deep inside the white woman with the big tits. Must be navy too, to he thought examining the remnants of her clothing as he pulled his limp cock out of her with an audible ‘plop.’ “C’mon Lenny, we got to get Jerome back home, thanks for the fuck,” he said and waved to Mac who still lay in a daze on the couch, sex juice leaking out of a well fucked cunt that still gaped open from the manhood that had forced it open. Mac stayed at Diana’s. Both fell asleep sexually exhausted by the time both teenagers had finished with both of them.
Diana decided to see if Meg the redheaded JG’s accusations were true. Unlike the rest of her super powers which had been blitzed by Lex Luthors Boob Enhancement Ray, her magic lasso still did what it always did. She wrapped the lasso around a sleeping Mac’s wrist and began to ask her questions. Groggily her subconscious responded to the questions. “Well I guess Meg was right,” she mused aloud. “That said I think she was coming around, with what I saw of her at PT and with the little man, let’s see,” she said. “Mac do you like big black cocks,” she asked? The affirmative nod came. What else to ask, one of her twins stirred, off course she said and smiled, “do you want to have a baby,” quickly followed? Another affirmative nod came from the sleeping woman. “Okay Maj, your real mission is to become pregnant, you need to be a little less uptight, perhaps a little more on the slutty side, show a bit more skin in your off hours, drop the bra,” she ordered in fact giving the same commands that subconsciously were driving herself.
The next morning Diana came into the living room, wearing a man’s t-shirt and that was all. “Well we better find you something to wear, can’t really go home in that uniform, the Master Chief would have a bird if he saw you like that,” she said and they both giggled. Diana loaned her a t-shirt, panties and mini-skirt. “C’mon let me show you around before you leave, I normally go over and make breakfast and clean old man Cockswell’s place. He’s my neighbor’s dad, ex Marine, you’d like him,” she said. Mac was a little hesitant about wandering around a strange place dressed like this but it didn’t seem to bother Diana so she went along. It wasn’t like she had a choice given the soiled state of her uniform. Diana tapped on the door and let herself in. Mac wondered if everyone around here left their doors unlocked. Standing in the kitchen was Mr Cockswell senior clad in an old muscle shirt and white underwear. “Hi ladies, Diana whose your gorgeous friend,” he asked with a smile extending a hand. Mac took it his grip was surprisingly firm for such an older gent. He seemed in good physical shape save the bald head, and little paunch he had obviously grown after his marine days Mac decided not unkindly.
Diana announced she was going to do the cleanup while Mac prepared breakfast for them. “What can I make for you Mr Cockswell, bacon and eggs,” she asked? “Sure,” he replied I’ll show you where I keep things,” he said moving up beside her and beginning to point to where stuff was. “Frying pans below you, in the stove drawer,” he said. He watched her bend over and got a nice view of her tight shapely butt and her bosom stretching against her t-shirt. It was starting to make his cock hard. She turned around and her hand brushed his now very erect penis that was clearly visible as it stretched his briefs out. She looked down and starred. “Ah Mr Cockswell, I, um…”, without thinking she pulled his shorts away freeing his banana shaped monster with its thick veins and bulbous head. “I think he likes you,” Mr Cockswell said, “how about helping me work up an appetite,” he said his hands already pulling up her t-shirt. She let him pull off her t-shirt freeing her big tits. Now a nice little tit massage and then a little mouth action on my Johnson Mac,” he said almost like an order. Mac dropped to her knees and pushed up her tits so he could rub his huge cock between her mounds of white tit flesh. With him now fully erect she began to suck his cock, it was huge as she worked her lips around his pole and sucked on the knob. “That’s it you just keep working it in,” he said playing with her large hard nipples as she worked on his dong. “Bet you want this inside you, don’t you,” he said. Mac was soon seated on the L bend of his counter legs spread wide, panties on the floor as Mr Cockswell plunged her depth with his monster dick. “Oh yes, yes,” she cried as his huge knob rubbed her g-spot into orgasm. Her tits were bouncing up and down as he ramped up his rhythm and then exploded his seed into her. He held his dick inside as the last of his first load spattered her insides. “Their now how about some breakfast while I check on Diana,” he said, pulling out his still stiff cock.
The vacuuming had stopped. Mac could hear the sound of bed springs and moaning from the back of the trailer. “Oh great hera, yes hera,” she heard Diana say, “I wonder what that means,” she said allowed as she flipped over the eggs and bacon. “Breakfast is ready, Mr Cockswell, Diana,” she said. They trooped down the hall. Diana was wearing a very abbreviated maids bib and apron only. Her huge breasts jutted out on either side of the bib, Mr Cockswell only had his t-shirt on his cock hung limp like a third leg almost to his knee. Mac stood there topless frying pan in hand. Mr Cockswell admired the scene, yep not quite barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen but getting there, he smiled at them. Mac placed the breakfast fixings before them as they sat down. Two topless white women and an old black man who had just fucked both of them bare back, Viagra was great he thought as they sat at the table like a married couple. Mr Cockswell was amazed at how Diana had no stretch marks from her pregnancy, simply amazing, just the thought of it was making him stiff again as he chowed down on his eggs. This Marine Maj she was obviously one repressed individual but she certainly seems to be coming around now. From what her daughter told her, her sons had put enough seed in her to float a destroyer, well he’d added to that, what she needed was a big belly to settle her down and she was obviously well on track to do it. They chatted about their time in the marines, local gossip, who was pregnant and by whom at work. It seemed this Ex Marine was still well connected on the post, Mac thought, nice of him to stay involved.
“Say hello to the Master Chief for me ladies,” Mr Cockswell said as he escorted them out the trailer door. “Sure,” they both replied dreamily , in a post fuck daze. “He sure is a nice old man,” Mac said as she headed towards Diana’s trailer, the sex juices of another round of riding a big black cock still oozing out her puffed out pussy lips, both their panties still in his trailer on the floor. “Yes he is,” Diana replied equally post multiple orgasm doped. She waved at Mrs Cockswell in the porch swing, she had been looking after the twins while they were over servicing her dad. “Look at your mummy and her friend a pair of big titted bimbos,” she said in a baby giggly tone, which Diana’s baby daughter cooed back at.
Major Mackenzie found herself completely changed on her perspective on this assignment. Wonder Woman’s lasso had brought her suppressed personality to the fore. There wasn’t anything wrong with how this post was being run. However she still had to collect all the evidence, which meant she had to interview the sailors. She found herself flirting with the men just as the other female officers did. Diana became her closest friend.
The PT session was in the pool. Mac loved to swim, and the sailors loved to watch her. Unlike most who were wearing one piece speedo’s, her small bikini was forever suffering malfunctions as her nipples poked out the top as she bounced up and down or her top got washed down as she dived into the pool. Not that anyone seemed to mind. Diana was having the same problem, but her tits were so huge and buoyant that not much could prevent them from breaking free. They ended the session with a water polo game. Mac was in net, Seaman Brown was in front of her waiting for a pass. She couldn’t help herself she wanted his black cock, she reached in around him from behind and began to play with his block cock until she had hard and free. He turned around to face her and she moved her mound to let him fuck her as the play remained in the other end. It wasn’t long before his cock was spasm a load of baby makers into her waiting womb. The ball splashed in front of them and bounced in much to the delight of the other team. “Not fair he was screening me,” she yelled. “Not the only thing he was doing,” came a wisecrack.
“A Master Chief can you fix my ribbons they seem to be crooked,” Mac asked the NCO. “Sure Major, “he replied stepping into her office and closing the door. “Here let me just slip my hand in there and pop off the pins. “He smiled when his head brushed bare tit flesh and a hard nipple,” she was obviously not wearing a bra and her shirt was unbuttoned and pulled open under her tunic below what was evident beneath the tie. “Ah Maj you seem to be missing some garments to be properly attired,” he said formally already rolling her hard nipple under his thumb and fore finger. “Yes Master Chief, that’s also not the only thing I’ve missed,” she said batting her eyes. That didn’t surprise him any, the amount of cock she had stuffed up her twat daily in the past weeks, but he gave a big grin as another rabbit had died as his momma would have said and this here smart, stuffy big titted white ho was now a pregnant black cock loving slut. Just the thought of it made him hard. She was already pulling at his trousers trying to get his big black cock free. Mac sat on his lap naked legs across his thighs and rode his huge man meat as she pressed her big tits against his chest. It felt so good, she was completely addicted to a daily dose of big black cock as she felt him spurt his seed. They got dressed quickly after. “Ah mam you forgot your bra,” he said as she buttoned her blouse over her still aroused bare nipples. “Well chief the doc gave me a chit, seems my nipples are irritated by wearing one now that I’m in the family way, so I don’t have to for at least the next none months, you don’t mind do you,” she said wobbling her unsupported tits in front of him. He grinned, I bet this chit will be wide spread shortly he thought to himself, smart slut, just like a tricky lawyer, he grinned shaking his head. She batted her eyes at him as she pulled up her skirt.
Epilogue
Maj Mackenzie was running late and just made the Admiral’s normal meeting at the JAG Headquarters. They hadn’t expected her back but she hurried into the conference room. It was obvious that she had hurried to make the timing, her cheeks were flushed. But what Harm most noticed was how her full breasts, they seemed bigger than he remembered seeing when he had spied her topless on that Aussie beach. It was also very evident she wasn’t wearing a bra either! He could feel his hard on press his uniform trousers. “Welcome back Mac, glad you could make it,” the bullet headed Admiral said. None of them realized she was late because she had to stop and wipe of the cum that the driver sent to pick her up at the airport had sprayed all over her face as she gave him a blow job. He was a nice young black kid with a huge cock. She couldn’t resist unshipping his cock after it had become hard as he starred at her freely bouncing boobs in her tight uniform blouse. Mac thought she’d sucked all his cum, but he’d managed one more spurt after she had popped it out of her mouth.
Maj Mqaackenzie finished briefing the Admiral and her fellow JAG officers on her TDY trip and her investigation. Concluding she said, “So I’m afraid I can’t agree with the original investigators assessment and I don’t support the decision to prosecute Lt Prince,” she said. Mac sat down. The admiral who had been having a hard time not staring at Mac’s chest gathered his thoughts and said. “Mac thank you for that report, I’m afraid that in your rush to get here you are out of uniform and I’d like you to address that,” he said. Everyone knew it meant her lack of a bra. He was about to move on, when she interrupted him, “Admiral I hadn’t had time to give this to your aide but this should address your concern,” she said passing a medical chit to Harm to send it down the table.
Mac had just entered the headquarters when she met the Post Chief Warrant officer, a huge black man with a chest full of ribbons. “Morning Mam,” he said politely. “Maj I just couldn’t help notice but your dress ribbons aren’t quite straight, do you mind if I adjust them,” the Master Chief asked? He was a big burley black seaman asking a typical NCO question. She nodded her approval and followed him to his office. She expected him to pull out the ribbons and replace them straight on her tunic, she’d always had a problem getting the darn things properly centered on her tunic, and the swell of her 36D always seemed to make them hang crooked on her Marine tunic. He straightened her ribbons and then getting close to her, she could smell his musk, he slipped a beefy hand almost a paw inside her tunic to make sure he didn’t push the pins into her chest. “You know when I had a basic platoon I stabbed a young woman pinning a ribbon on, don’t let that happen again, sorry for the inconvenience,” he said by way of explanation. She nodded but his big knuckles immediately brushed up against her breast despite their thin shielding of blouse and bra. He fiddled a bit with pushing the pins through the tunic material, all the more rubbing his knuckles and his Navy ring against her left nipple which rapidly responded to the stimulation. He thought to himself, yup all big titters have quick response nipples, a good sign of a breeder. “There you go Maj, all fixed up,” he said pulling his hand out of her tunic”. “Ah, thanks, Master Chief,” Mac said trying not to show she was still thinking about his big hand rolling across her breast or produce a blush which she couldn’t help either.
“Master Chief I was sent here by the Navy to investigate why so many single officers and sailors are becoming pregnant, it’s detracting from operational efficiency,” she said using her cover story. Mac expected a dinosaur answer that she had fought all her career against. “Well mam, I think we have excellent female officers and sailors and if we are to keep our numbers up the navy needs to make allowances for the fact that they were destined to be mothers to as well as professional navy folks,” he said. “That’s very progressive of you Master Chief,” she said thinking about her original dinosaur thought. “Look at Lt Prince, excellent analyst, newly promoted, single divorced mother with two kids, we need to help people like that, which is why I insisted on the Post having a modern accessible day care facility,” he said. “But wouldn’t it be easier if she followed the traditional pattern of marriage,” Mac asked? “It would, but let’s face it a woman who joined the navy doesn’t want a traditional life, if she does she leaves, if she chooses to stay that is difficult for some husbands to accept, and many of the more driven professional ones also have a strong maternal instinct, we should allow her to be a mother, who gives a damn who the father was,” he said. “Take yourself, do you want children,” he asked? She nodded affirmatively. “Off course you do, its natural,” he said. She couldn’t help but blush, here she was talking about babies with a man who moments before was rubbing against her breast. “But you aren’t married yet and already a Maj, hard to do it all, isn’t it, Lt Prince is divorced from a service husband who was posted back to the Airforce where the pencil necked dick belonged, excuse my French,” he said. “Hard to resist a comment when a man abandons a woman with two infants,” he said. He didn’t add that both of them were distinctly dark in color and obviously not the husbands spawn. They finished their chat and headed off to their respective duties. The Chief pleased to have planted the idea seed, and eventually some real seed in what he knew would be his next addition to the Black Officers Boobs Club or BOBC. Mac couldn’t help but ponder his comments and her response about babies, her nipple was still hard from where he had brushed against it.
The Major joined the officers rank for morning PT as she had arranged with the Master Chief. She wanted to see if the reports comments were true and this was the easiest way to start at morning PT. She was amazed to see the ranks were all white female officers and the NCOs were almost exclusively black males with a few Hispanics as well. She shrugged of the demographics, just a reflection of this post not American society she thought. The officers spread out in front of the men and then began the warm up. She just couldn’t help shake the feeling that all those eyes were ogling her as she jumped up and down with the jumping jacks, stretches and lunges. The Master Chief kept an eye on the new JAG officer, not that that wasn’t hard to do, nice looking piece of ass, her full boobs bounced up and down. Mac had arranged herself to be beside Lt Prince. I don’t know why she doesn’t knock herself out she thought to herself as the woman’s monstrous breasts bounced up and down. They did the run, or rather a very slow run, which the Marine found hardly taxing. Then they were grouped into four men and one woman for a round robin of exercise stations. The black sailor holding her feet grinned at Mac as she did her thirty sit ups, ‘boy she had nice firm tits for a woman her age’, he thought as her nipples made a nice dent her in grey t-shirt and sports bra. Mac ignored the young man who she knew was regularly starring at her chest, it wasn’t new to her. She tried to impress them with her straight push ups, they were impressed with how her ample bosom hung down as she did them. She looked over at Lt Prince to see her tits touching the ground as she did her push ups, on recovery her shirt was stained by the wet dew. Soon Mac’s was to as they did other calisthenics, leaving her with distinctive wet t-shirt. She pressed on with the exercise routine.
Flag football, shirts vs. skins was how they ended the session. Mac was assigned as a skin and followed the other female officers in peeling off her t-shirt to go with her sports bra only. She was a running back at college in the women’s intramural league and readily got into the game despite some misgivings. The steamboats counted down and she ran a L pattern bypassing the Master Chief. She reached up grabbed the ball and tucked it under her breasts. They could be an advantage she’d discovered, much harder to pop the ball out from its cradle as she ran. Unfortunately she wasn’t quite as quick. The Master Chief’s big paws slapped down on her back. He pinched her bra together and popped three of the four clasps loose as he tagged her out. It was good for a first down and she was pleased with herself. Mac saw Diana in the offensive line ahead of her toe to toe with a big seaman. Mac bolted as the play kicked off using a modified pattern. She sprinted past the Chief, grabbed the nicely placed ball and tucked it under her breasts and started to run. She missed Seaman Brown angling in and he punched the ball to spring it loose. The ball popped free its upward momentum springing both her breasts free of their loosened sports bra. She fell on top of the seaman as they both went down feet intertwined. The play quickly ended with the turnover. It was only then as Mac pushed herself off did she realize her bare breasts were wedged into the seaman’s face. She blushed and quickly pulled her sports bra up. He winked at her and her blush spread. He wasn’t the only one to see her shapely tits pop loose. The next play the pass went elsewhere but she ended up in a tangle, straddling a black seaman she had run over, but suffering another wardrobe malfunction as the lack of support and her aggressive moves caused her to pop loose much to everyone’s delight.
“Ah Maj could I have a word,” the Master Chief said taking her aside as the troops headed for the showers. “I know it was an accident but um could you try not to have wardrobe malfunctions, it could lead to serious injuries, look at Seaman Brown over their his Johnson is still stiff as a plank,” he said straight faced. “Umm Master Chief it was,” she stammered at a loss for words. “Don’t worry about it Maj as a Marine we both know shit happens,” he said and headed off. She sure has nice tits, with big suck able nipples he smiled. Mac was still reviewing in her mind what had happened. It wasn’t as if she was ashamed of showing her tits in public she had gone topless in college at spring break, and with her Australian boyfriend as was their local beach custom, but in front of American seaman well, she mused. Still she couldn’t help take another look at Seaman Johnson’s massive tent in his shorts, his cock must be huge, she looked around their were others like that too. This isn’t how things are suppose to be going, Mac chided herself. Still it had been a long time since someone had felt her tits up, or she’d had the chance to see stiff straining dicks and it stirred the cougar in her more than she cared to admit.
“Did you see the Major’s wardrobe malfunction, popped her tits right into Seaman Brown’s face,” said one junior officer. Mac came around the corner into the shower room amidst the buzz of conversation which quickly changed to other subjects. Despite that her face burned red. “Boys sure seemed to enjoy it, see them hard cocks all sticking out, only reason we won was they couldn’t run with them huge hard on,” said another. Mac’s face flashed to what she’d seen as well, a couple of guys cocks had burst free, thick banana shaped dicks swinging free.
She decided she would meet Lt Prince to discuss the Chief’s comments. They met as Lt Prince was leaving for the post day care. Mac agreed to accompany her, they could have a more frank talk their anyway she suspected, with the woman more at ease. Both women were greeted by the squeal of babies crying and mothers clucking, it was a busy place but their were nicely appointed quiet rooms off to the side where mothers took their babies to nurse. It was evident that this is what Lt Prince had come down to do. Mac watched her unbutton her uniform blouse, pop open the nursing bra and expose her huge breast. Her beautiful dark skinned baby instantly latched on and quit fussing as she sat down in a comfortable leather chair. Fascinated Mac watched Diana’s reactions as she cooed to the infant and then closed her eyes as her milk let down. Mac couldn’t help herself and asked, “Diana what’s it feel like,” Mac had always wondered, and couldn’t find a way to be subtle so just asked in a plane old Marine way? “Well umm, it feels ten times more intense when the milk is letting down than when it’s just let’s say nipple manipulation,” she replied. “Really,” Mac said.
“I don’t mean to pry but my investigation on single mothers need s some facts, can I ask you about your divorce,” Mac asked? Diana wasn’t near as conditioned to man’s world social norms to not mind explaining what had happened. The fact that Steve couldn’t stimulate her sexually because of the size of his organ, or was unable to give her a child, she had explained. He couldn’t understand that she needed these things, and when she found people who could do both had taken advantage of the opportunity, she still did care for him, Mac was fascinated. But she couldn’t put up with the petty jealousy when the babies both turned out to have darker than normal skin, so he left, his loss as far as she was concerned. Lighting up the moment she said, “it is true, the dark ones have big cocks,” she winked at Mac who blushed. Diana burped her first daughter and put her in a handy crib as the attendant brought the next one in. Diana had already exposed her other breast and dumped the damp breast pad.
A couple of black seamen entered the nursing room. “Hi Lt, Maj, how are the little tikes doing today,” they asked? “Oh both are doing well, greedy too,” she replied oblivious to the fact that she was completely topless to them. “Lt Prince introduced both men who it was obvious knew her well, did she fraternize with other ranks Mac wondered as one said “Pleased to meet you Major?” The conversation retuned to children, the men explained they were fathers and loved kids. One asked, “any children yourself mam?” “Um no seamen Jones,” she replied. “Well if you don’t mind me saying I bet you would be a terrific mom, can tell that about people can’t I Jerome,” he said to his partner. “That’s a fact mam, he knew when Lt Prince came that she would be a terrific mother,” the young man said and Diana beamed at the complement. Mac couldn’t help but blush, seeing that Diana said, “you two stop teasing the Maj, Mam they don’t mean anything by it, it is in fact a complement,” she said not sure how the Marine Major would react. Mac couldn’t believe she was sitting there with her breasts hanging out nursing while talking to a pair of seamen who were obviously staring at her huge tits, yet talking about making babies. Was that bulges growing in their pants? The two men stayed and chatted while she finished nursing and then left as coffee break stand easy ended. “Do they always come over,” Mac asked. “Oh no, generally a couple of different guys from the division come over to talk,” the Lt said. Mac couldn’t help but think she was showing her huge tits to every sailor who wandered in when Diana said. “These are men from my Division, the same ones who I do PT with,” she answered. “They also visit the other nursing seamen and officers here,” she added. “I see,” but she didn’t quite understand this, it was far too liberal for her conservative Marine mind, but it seemed very normal to all of them. “Let me get this straight, these men come over and see if they can make babies with the mothers here,” she asked. “Yes, that’s about right,” Diana replied. I bet this Maj’s never heard of the term MILF before, Diana thought to herself, but she sure was starring hard at the boys crotche’s, Diana thought to herself. The sight of bulging white pants still stuck in Mac’s mind however as Lt Prince put herself together. Mac accepted the baby from Diana, she couldn’t resist it when Diana handed her the little bundle and quickly began making baby noises at her as she headed for the crib beside her sisters. They headed back to her office.
Mac attended the next PT session the following day. ‘Wheel barrow races, how silly is that she thought’, as she joined her three male partners. The women were to be the wheels. Mac got down on all fours and spread her legs as she felt the first teammate get ready. One of her teammates bent town and said, “ah listen Maj the Chief gives the winning team a half day sliders, we have a special way of moving a three legged hold are you good to try,” he asked innocently. She nodded affirmative, and he smiled. She couldn’t see the man behind her slip his huge cock out from under the leg of his shorts. He knelt down behind her spread well toned legs, eased her hem and panties aside and slipped his dick under the hem of her shorts. Mac felt his warm legs on her skin, it was arousing, she couldn’t help but notice the big cocks the men had. She had been starring intermittently at them all session and it was making her horny, a creeping wetness pervaded her sex. He continued to ease his legs and man meat forward. With practiced dexterity he held her clothing with one hand. He quickly guided his cock into the mouth of her pink lips. Mac was wondering what was happening when she felt him tug on her shorts at the same time as the starter said, “on your mark get set go.” He shoved his cock forward, before she could say anything her arms were moving to prevent her from falling on her face. His cock was a good six inches in now as he held her legs and she continued to move to the finish line. Oh god she groaned as his cock pounded her sex as she arm marched to the turn point. She made it to the end and he wheeled her around. He dropped to his knees, shoved his cock all the way in and she could feel his seed burst inside her. Before she could say anything the next man pulled aside her shorts, stuffed his dick in and lifted her arms up, “let’s go major,” he said. She looked over and their was Diana already moving off with the Master Chief between her legs. As the second sailor was pulling her shorts aside, the first reached up and unsnapped her sports bra. He bra quickly came down over her arms and got in the way, she with a quick dexterity slipped it off as she arm walked along quickly much to the delight of her partner. By the time they reached the turn point both her tits were splattered in mud from the field as they flopped freely in rhythm to her movement. She could barley move by the time the final turn came, her arms ached, her pussy was on fire. She collapsed face down over the finish line as Seaman Brown filled her with his baby makers, his huge cock buried to the hilt. Finally she got up her tits were covered in mud and she could feel sex juices running down her inner thigh. One of the seaman handed her a muddy bra, it was awhile before she realized her breasts were hanging out. She wasn’t alone however, all the wheels were in similar shape as they headed for the shower. Absent mindedly she pulled her bra over her mud spattered tits.
She showered up with the rest of her PT partners. As they got dressed one of the Lieutenants came over to her and said, “here Major you might want a morning after pill.” Mac took the little blue pill and then headed over to the fountain for a drink to wash it down. Diana had watched the whole scene. “Meg I thought they were red,” she asked? The redhead put a finger to her lips, “yeah they are, that’s a fertility pill, that bitch is here to investigate the boys, and cause trouble, you better watch out you been knocked up by an enlisted men they might court martial you, figure if she herself gets knocked up no investigation,” she said in whispered voice. “Besides see how she liked Seaman Brown’s cock, moving in on my action already using her rank and her big silicone tits,” the redheaded JG said.
Mac swung by Diana Prince’s trailer park, it reeked of white trash as she walked in dressed in her Navy Whites. Folks were used to seeing Diana in her uniform but it didn’t stop the men folk lounging around from catcalls as another top heavy piece of white bitch swished past in her tight Navy skirt. How does she stand this place, Mac wondered to herself? She ignored the comments and stares. ‘Tap, tap ,tap,’ she struck the screen door to Lt Prince’s mobile home. “C’mon in,” she heard her call. An infant was wailing and it sounded like she had her hands full. The youngster had quite the howl, it didn’t sound like one of Diana’s? “Can I help Diana,” she said coming into the trailer and seeing her nursing both her daughters, and another strapping black boy in a diaper rolling around and wailing in his crib beside her. “Perfect timing Mac,” she said, “Leroy their was dropped off by my neighbor, Mrs Cockswell, I often sit for her when she has basketball for her two teenaged boys, just bad timing today,” she said. “Does he want a bottle or pacifier or something,” Mac asked? “Well, good question actually he likes to suck on real nipples, he just spits out pacifiers, actually he sucks real good and it feels great, would you mind, no one is around,” she said. “Well um,” she paused, “sure why not, better than listening to him wail,” she said unbuttoning her blouse. She untucked it, and reached back to unsnap her bra. She reached down and picked him up, her big tits dangling down in front of her, before she could place his head he had already aimed for the closest nipple and latched on. “Hey,”, she said surprised by the quick sensation. “Yeah he has the nipple thing all figured out,” Diana said from experience.
Mac settled down and the next thing she saw was a huge black penis sticking out from the side of his diaper. “That’s huge,” she said out loud. “Oh he does that every time,” Diana said. Mac grabbed the huge cock and tried to stuff it back inside his diaper with her one available hand. All she succeeded in doing was making it longer and stiffer, which made it impossible for her to put back inside the diaper. Diana was smiling as he watched her new found friend wrestle with a stiff black cock. “You had better…” Diana didn’t finish the sentence as Jerome sprayed his sperm around, it was like a fire house Mac of course immediately reacted but in doing so she just managed to sent his jets of sperm everywhere, it splattered across her uniform blouse, her white skirt, across her cheek, their was white gobs of man goo everywhere. She couldn’t be mad at a baby, she just looked down at him, “he sure does have more spunk than I’ve seen before,” she said, wiping it off her cheek. She couldn’t help when a little ran into the corner of her mouth and she licked it off. Mac tried to pull Jerome of her nipple so she could clean up his mess but he just howled, not that she didn’t mind what he was doing to her. So she just let him suck while she pulled up her blouse, removed, her bra and moved him to her other nipple. That didn’t take care of her soiled skirt but his ministrations we having such an effect that she didn’t care. She spread her legs wider and with her free hand she hiked up her skirt and began to rub her own wet sex.
It wasn’t long before baby Jerom’s Johnson was stiff as a plank again. Diana came back into the room and starring at a topless Maj, legs spread skirt up, finger in her own cunt with sex in her eyes smiled and said, “He’s going to blow again, let’s put him somewhere it belongs.” Mac didn’t quite get it as she rubbed herself and he sucked her to almost orgasm, just a little more she was thinking when Diana rolled baby Jerome on top of her and stuck his bulbous black cock tip into her waiting snatch. She grabbed his diaper and shoved him deep inside her, “Oh yes,” she said as it sent her over the edge. “Feels so good,” she cooed forgetting that she had a ‘babies’ penis in her, that was really a midget man’s dong. It wasn’t long before Jerome spewed another load of baby makers inside her waiting love tunnel. Spent Jerome fell asleep on her chest, so Diana picked him up and laid him down in her extra play pen, he sure was heavy for his size.
‘Tap, tap,tap’, the door swung open and Jerome’s two older brothers walked in. Before them stood Diana blouse open, both her huge white tits hanging out of her nursing bra, droplets of milk still hanging on, and Mac, naked from the waist up, panties on the floor skirt up legs spread. “Wow, bro, we got some, these white broads are in serious need of some sexual relief,” he said, his cock instantly erect. Before Mac could react he had his huge black cock out, and was stuffing into her sex as he manhandled her 36Ds. Diana took his brother to the bedroom. The sound of springs being strained soon filled the trailer as the virile young men humped the shit out of a MILF and a big titted cougar. It didn’t take long for Mac to have another orgasm and despite his long huge pole, he didn’t have much staying power before the young teen burst his seed bare back deep inside the white woman with the big tits. Must be navy too, to he thought examining the remnants of her clothing as he pulled his limp cock out of her with an audible ‘plop.’ “C’mon Lenny, we got to get Jerome back home, thanks for the fuck,” he said and waved to Mac who still lay in a daze on the couch, sex juice leaking out of a well fucked cunt that still gaped open from the manhood that had forced it open. Mac stayed at Diana’s. Both fell asleep sexually exhausted by the time both teenagers had finished with both of them.
Diana decided to see if Meg the redheaded JG’s accusations were true. Unlike the rest of her super powers which had been blitzed by Lex Luthors Boob Enhancement Ray, her magic lasso still did what it always did. She wrapped the lasso around a sleeping Mac’s wrist and began to ask her questions. Groggily her subconscious responded to the questions. “Well I guess Meg was right,” she mused aloud. “That said I think she was coming around, with what I saw of her at PT and with the little man, let’s see,” she said. “Mac do you like big black cocks,” she asked? The affirmative nod came. What else to ask, one of her twins stirred, off course she said and smiled, “do you want to have a baby,” quickly followed? Another affirmative nod came from the sleeping woman. “Okay Maj, your real mission is to become pregnant, you need to be a little less uptight, perhaps a little more on the slutty side, show a bit more skin in your off hours, drop the bra,” she ordered in fact giving the same commands that subconsciously were driving herself.
The next morning Diana came into the living room, wearing a man’s t-shirt and that was all. “Well we better find you something to wear, can’t really go home in that uniform, the Master Chief would have a bird if he saw you like that,” she said and they both giggled. Diana loaned her a t-shirt, panties and mini-skirt. “C’mon let me show you around before you leave, I normally go over and make breakfast and clean old man Cockswell’s place. He’s my neighbor’s dad, ex Marine, you’d like him,” she said. Mac was a little hesitant about wandering around a strange place dressed like this but it didn’t seem to bother Diana so she went along. It wasn’t like she had a choice given the soiled state of her uniform. Diana tapped on the door and let herself in. Mac wondered if everyone around here left their doors unlocked. Standing in the kitchen was Mr Cockswell senior clad in an old muscle shirt and white underwear. “Hi ladies, Diana whose your gorgeous friend,” he asked with a smile extending a hand. Mac took it his grip was surprisingly firm for such an older gent. He seemed in good physical shape save the bald head, and little paunch he had obviously grown after his marine days Mac decided not unkindly.
Diana announced she was going to do the cleanup while Mac prepared breakfast for them. “What can I make for you Mr Cockswell, bacon and eggs,” she asked? “Sure,” he replied I’ll show you where I keep things,” he said moving up beside her and beginning to point to where stuff was. “Frying pans below you, in the stove drawer,” he said. He watched her bend over and got a nice view of her tight shapely butt and her bosom stretching against her t-shirt. It was starting to make his cock hard. She turned around and her hand brushed his now very erect penis that was clearly visible as it stretched his briefs out. She looked down and starred. “Ah Mr Cockswell, I, um…”, without thinking she pulled his shorts away freeing his banana shaped monster with its thick veins and bulbous head. “I think he likes you,” Mr Cockswell said, “how about helping me work up an appetite,” he said his hands already pulling up her t-shirt. She let him pull off her t-shirt freeing her big tits. Now a nice little tit massage and then a little mouth action on my Johnson Mac,” he said almost like an order. Mac dropped to her knees and pushed up her tits so he could rub his huge cock between her mounds of white tit flesh. With him now fully erect she began to suck his cock, it was huge as she worked her lips around his pole and sucked on the knob. “That’s it you just keep working it in,” he said playing with her large hard nipples as she worked on his dong. “Bet you want this inside you, don’t you,” he said. Mac was soon seated on the L bend of his counter legs spread wide, panties on the floor as Mr Cockswell plunged her depth with his monster dick. “Oh yes, yes,” she cried as his huge knob rubbed her g-spot into orgasm. Her tits were bouncing up and down as he ramped up his rhythm and then exploded his seed into her. He held his dick inside as the last of his first load spattered her insides. “Their now how about some breakfast while I check on Diana,” he said, pulling out his still stiff cock.
The vacuuming had stopped. Mac could hear the sound of bed springs and moaning from the back of the trailer. “Oh great hera, yes hera,” she heard Diana say, “I wonder what that means,” she said allowed as she flipped over the eggs and bacon. “Breakfast is ready, Mr Cockswell, Diana,” she said. They trooped down the hall. Diana was wearing a very abbreviated maids bib and apron only. Her huge breasts jutted out on either side of the bib, Mr Cockswell only had his t-shirt on his cock hung limp like a third leg almost to his knee. Mac stood there topless frying pan in hand. Mr Cockswell admired the scene, yep not quite barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen but getting there, he smiled at them. Mac placed the breakfast fixings before them as they sat down. Two topless white women and an old black man who had just fucked both of them bare back, Viagra was great he thought as they sat at the table like a married couple. Mr Cockswell was amazed at how Diana had no stretch marks from her pregnancy, simply amazing, just the thought of it was making him stiff again as he chowed down on his eggs. This Marine Maj she was obviously one repressed individual but she certainly seems to be coming around now. From what her daughter told her, her sons had put enough seed in her to float a destroyer, well he’d added to that, what she needed was a big belly to settle her down and she was obviously well on track to do it. They chatted about their time in the marines, local gossip, who was pregnant and by whom at work. It seemed this Ex Marine was still well connected on the post, Mac thought, nice of him to stay involved.
“Say hello to the Master Chief for me ladies,” Mr Cockswell said as he escorted them out the trailer door. “Sure,” they both replied dreamily , in a post fuck daze. “He sure is a nice old man,” Mac said as she headed towards Diana’s trailer, the sex juices of another round of riding a big black cock still oozing out her puffed out pussy lips, both their panties still in his trailer on the floor. “Yes he is,” Diana replied equally post multiple orgasm doped. She waved at Mrs Cockswell in the porch swing, she had been looking after the twins while they were over servicing her dad. “Look at your mummy and her friend a pair of big titted bimbos,” she said in a baby giggly tone, which Diana’s baby daughter cooed back at.
Major Mackenzie found herself completely changed on her perspective on this assignment. Wonder Woman’s lasso had brought her suppressed personality to the fore. There wasn’t anything wrong with how this post was being run. However she still had to collect all the evidence, which meant she had to interview the sailors. She found herself flirting with the men just as the other female officers did. Diana became her closest friend.
The PT session was in the pool. Mac loved to swim, and the sailors loved to watch her. Unlike most who were wearing one piece speedo’s, her small bikini was forever suffering malfunctions as her nipples poked out the top as she bounced up and down or her top got washed down as she dived into the pool. Not that anyone seemed to mind. Diana was having the same problem, but her tits were so huge and buoyant that not much could prevent them from breaking free. They ended the session with a water polo game. Mac was in net, Seaman Brown was in front of her waiting for a pass. She couldn’t help herself she wanted his black cock, she reached in around him from behind and began to play with his block cock until she had hard and free. He turned around to face her and she moved her mound to let him fuck her as the play remained in the other end. It wasn’t long before his cock was spasm a load of baby makers into her waiting womb. The ball splashed in front of them and bounced in much to the delight of the other team. “Not fair he was screening me,” she yelled. “Not the only thing he was doing,” came a wisecrack.
“A Master Chief can you fix my ribbons they seem to be crooked,” Mac asked the NCO. “Sure Major, “he replied stepping into her office and closing the door. “Here let me just slip my hand in there and pop off the pins. “He smiled when his head brushed bare tit flesh and a hard nipple,” she was obviously not wearing a bra and her shirt was unbuttoned and pulled open under her tunic below what was evident beneath the tie. “Ah Maj you seem to be missing some garments to be properly attired,” he said formally already rolling her hard nipple under his thumb and fore finger. “Yes Master Chief, that’s also not the only thing I’ve missed,” she said batting her eyes. That didn’t surprise him any, the amount of cock she had stuffed up her twat daily in the past weeks, but he gave a big grin as another rabbit had died as his momma would have said and this here smart, stuffy big titted white ho was now a pregnant black cock loving slut. Just the thought of it made him hard. She was already pulling at his trousers trying to get his big black cock free. Mac sat on his lap naked legs across his thighs and rode his huge man meat as she pressed her big tits against his chest. It felt so good, she was completely addicted to a daily dose of big black cock as she felt him spurt his seed. They got dressed quickly after. “Ah mam you forgot your bra,” he said as she buttoned her blouse over her still aroused bare nipples. “Well chief the doc gave me a chit, seems my nipples are irritated by wearing one now that I’m in the family way, so I don’t have to for at least the next none months, you don’t mind do you,” she said wobbling her unsupported tits in front of him. He grinned, I bet this chit will be wide spread shortly he thought to himself, smart slut, just like a tricky lawyer, he grinned shaking his head. She batted her eyes at him as she pulled up her skirt.
Epilogue
Maj Mackenzie was running late and just made the Admiral’s normal meeting at the JAG Headquarters. They hadn’t expected her back but she hurried into the conference room. It was obvious that she had hurried to make the timing, her cheeks were flushed. But what Harm most noticed was how her full breasts, they seemed bigger than he remembered seeing when he had spied her topless on that Aussie beach. It was also very evident she wasn’t wearing a bra either! He could feel his hard on press his uniform trousers. “Welcome back Mac, glad you could make it,” the bullet headed Admiral said. None of them realized she was late because she had to stop and wipe of the cum that the driver sent to pick her up at the airport had sprayed all over her face as she gave him a blow job. He was a nice young black kid with a huge cock. She couldn’t resist unshipping his cock after it had become hard as he starred at her freely bouncing boobs in her tight uniform blouse. Mac thought she’d sucked all his cum, but he’d managed one more spurt after she had popped it out of her mouth.
Maj Mqaackenzie finished briefing the Admiral and her fellow JAG officers on her TDY trip and her investigation. Concluding she said, “So I’m afraid I can’t agree with the original investigators assessment and I don’t support the decision to prosecute Lt Prince,” she said. Mac sat down. The admiral who had been having a hard time not staring at Mac’s chest gathered his thoughts and said. “Mac thank you for that report, I’m afraid that in your rush to get here you are out of uniform and I’d like you to address that,” he said. Everyone knew it meant her lack of a bra. He was about to move on, when she interrupted him, “Admiral I hadn’t had time to give this to your aide but this should address your concern,” she said passing a medical chit to Harm to send it down the table.