Loosely. VERY loosely. based on the nursery rhyme, this is the modernized story of Angelique, and her children, and how they came to live in a shoe. and what happened afterwards.
 
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The Old Lady Who Lived In A Shoe 

A naughty nursery rhyme by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

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   "There was an old woman, Who lived in a shoe; She had so many children,
She didn't know what to do.  She gave them some broth, Without any bread;
She whipped them all soundly, And sent them to bed."
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   Angelique Bolynski was a woman who was happy much of the time, and
almost always unhappy the rest of the time.

   It was simple really.  She had married young and married well to a
bullish man named Horace, who was a banker.  He was, it was said, a very
good banker, which means he made lots and lots of nice money.

   All that money made Horace ...  well ...  horny.  And being a bullish
man, he came home every night and just fucked Angelique's socks off. 
Angelique didn't really mind, except for all those socks lying all over the
place, hanging from the chandeliers, and lying on shelves, and curled up
under the furniture.

   And when I say all over the place, I really mean it.  Horace was not one
to wait to fulfill his bullish destiny.  Wherever in the house he found his
lovely young wife, that's where he fucked her socks off.  It got to the
point that she started going around barefoot, just so she didn't have to
locate her errant socks each day.

   The other problem was, what with all that fucking off of socks,
Angelique was practically perpetually pregnant.  She basically popped out
babies like a Pez dispenser.

   That was fine when they were little.  Angelique was so competent at
servicing her husband's needs that Horace could fuck her socks off while
she managed to change three diapers.

   But babies grow up.  First they toddle, and then they speak, and then
suddenly they're old enough that, as they stand around doing what children
do, they may see their mother getting her socks fucked off and begin to ask
questions.

   It was at just this very stage of her eldest twins lives that,
unfortunately, Horace fucked Angelique's socks off one too many times. 
When he wasn't banking, or fucking his lovely Angelique's socks off, he ate
quite heavily.  It was part of what made him bullish.  It also gave him a
massive myocardial infarction.

   A Myocardial infarction, just in case you're interested, is the rapid
development of myocardial necrosis caused by a critical imbalance between
the oxygen supply and demand of the myocardium.  This usually results from
plaque rupture with thrombus formation in a coronary vessel, resulting in
an acute reduction of blood supply to a portion of the myocardium.

   In other words, he had a heart attack and died.

   Angelique noticed right away, because he stopped moving.  He had made a
sound that was clearly reminiscent of the sounds he made as he was making
her pregnant again, so that wasn't so odd.  But his apparent continued
interest in lying on top of her after he had made her pregnant again was
distinctly different.  Usually Horace hopped up and announced how hungry he
was.

   Well, the legal system being what it is, and Horace's will being long
and tedious, it was several months before anybody figured out that he had
left his entire fortune to his beloved Angelique.

   It was a shame, said some, that during those several months, Angelique
could not pay her bills and was evicted from the wonderful big house in
which she had become accustomed to getting her socks fucked off in.

   She was, to put it succinctly, thrown out, and her fifteen children were
thrown out with her.

   Do you have ANY idea what it's like to go house hunting with a miserable
credit score?  Not to mention fifteen children tagging along.

   She turned a lot of gold jackets puke green, and the air in that hot air
balloon cooled off right quickly, let me tell you.

   The only realtor who would touch her was Marcus Goodman, who, in
contravention of his last name had been convicted of peeping in windows and
served fifteen months in jail.  After that no one wanted to hire "the
pervert" as he was commonly titled.  He studied hard and got his realty
license.  Imagine that!  A convicted felon selling real estate!  And you
thought all those real estate sales people were pure as the driven snow.

   Anyway, he'd been in business for a while and wasn't doing all that
well, since almost everybody around knew he was a pervert.  But Angelique
didn't know that.  All that time everybody else in town had been using to
catch up on local gossip, Angelique had been using to take care of
children, never mind all that sock hunting she had to do.

   Angelique couldn't even find his office at first.  It seemed the
"Goodman Real Estate" sign had fallen into some disrepair, some of the
letters having fallen off.  It now read:

   "Good___ Real E__at_s" The "s" had been replaced by Goodman one day
after he had tippled perhaps one too many Old Crow's.  He stuck it up there
where his bleary eyes thought an "s" might want to go, and then promptly
fell off the ladder.  He judiciously decided not to climb back up.

   So now, his sign basically said "Good Real Eats" and Angelique thought
it was a restaurant.  When you have fifteen children, you don't patronize
many restaurants.  In fact, she only stopped in to inquire as to where the
realty office was.  She turned out to be the answer to one of Marcus'
dreams.

   Which is how Angelique and her fifteen children ended up living in a
house designed and built by Roderick P.  Hopkins, the eminent architect.

   Except that this was the very FIRST structure that Roderick had ever
designed, and he had decided to make a splash on the architect scene
immediately, instead of working his way up.  He thought a motel shaped like
a Victorian era high button lady's shoe would be the way to do that.  He
was quite sure that, since shoes suggested traveling, everyone would want
to stay in one while they were on their trip.

   He was wrong.

   Nobody thought it was "interesting", or "brilliant" or "the next new
thing".  In fact, nobody had ever lived in it.  It was available.  It was
cheap.  And it had twenty-seven bedrooms.

   Now you know why Angelique, who was over thirty by now, and therefore,
by definition, "old" came to live in a shoe.

   Ah, but the story is just beginning.

   Was that a moan I heard?  Stop that.  Read on.  There's sex!  I promise.

   Now, where was I?  Oh yes.  She moved into the shoe.

   The next thing Angelique had to deal with was the fact that she barely
had enough money to pay the mortgage payment, which meant that there just
wasn't enough money to buy food for all her children at the same time.  Oh,
she could have gotten them all fed breakfast on a given day, and maybe
lunch, but by nightfall the cuboards would be empty if she did that.

   So, for lack of anything better to do, she put her children on a
rotating meal schedule.

   The baby drank from her luscious breasts, so that was no problem.  In
fact, Teddy, age three, Mindy, age two and little William, who was just a
year old, joined their little brother at the font of sweet white milk for
at least one meal a day, even though they had been weaned for some time. 
The rest of her children had to eat on a rotating basis.  What that meant
was that if they got breakfast, they skipped lunch and then got dinner.  If
they got lunch, they skipped dinner and then got to eat breakfast the next
day, and so on.

   Bullion cubes were cheap, so she got several bottles of them, along with
some of that nasty generic breakfast cereal that they sell in all the
discount houses.  You know the kind.  It looks like Cheerios, but tastes
like dust bunnies from under the couch.  Bread would have been nice, but
the stores were WAY too proud of the bread they owned, sometimes wanting as
much as three whole dollars for a single loaf!  You could buy three whole
BOTTLES of bullion cubes for the same money.

   So, the menu was broth and cereal.  If you really watched your p's and
q's, you might get Momma to squirt a little breast milk on the cereal.

   As you can well imagine, this led to a lot of moaning and groaning and
crying and such, which is why they drove Angelique to the point of minor
child abuse.  She didn't actually whip them, but she shouted really loud
and gave a couple of them swats on the behind to get them into bed without
supper.

   It IS true that she didn't know what she was going to do.  That part got
written down right.

   One of her husband's friends - a man from the bank - happened to see her
at the store, buying bullion cubes and generic cereal and began giving her
small personal loans, and that helped, though she was a little worried
about the terms of the loans.

   They were very informal loans.  The man, named Kirt, knew that she'd
come into a lot of money eventually, and he wasn't worried about getting
his money back.  What motivated Kirt to get in good with Angelique was
that, even after giving birth fifteen times, Angelique was a stone fox.

   It shouldn't be surprising when you think about it.  After all, running
around after fifteen kids is a day-long workout.  Feeding fifteen kids, all
of whom breast fed and were lusty eaters, pretty well turned her breasts
into large, well-formed milk taps that basically never dried up.  Her
nipples, used to being sucked pretty much every day for fifteen years, were
long and fat and there wasn't a bra made in the world that would press them
flat against her firm breasts.  Had those breasts dried up, they probably
would have laid in her lap.

   But they didn't.  They kept producing sweet milk, and one baby or
another (not to mention the one, two and three year olds during what she
called "the dark days")kept emptying them so they'd keep right on working,
twenty-four, seven.  Her youngest child was only eight months old.  Horace
had been trying to knock her up again when his heart gave out.  It wouldn't
have been politically correct, but if his headstone had read "He was well
and truly fucked" it would have been true in more ways than one.

   At any rate, her slim waist, and blue-black hair that hung to her hips
when it wasn't in a bun, accompanied by eyes so blue they seemed like the
sky had decided to park in them, all screamed at any man who saw her.  That
scream was a primal one that begged for a well-fleshed prick to be made
available to this woman instantly, if not sooner.  And, because Angelique
had married Horace so young, and had been busy ever since, she had no time
to learn that many people were anything but nice, or good, or pleasant, and
was as innocent and unjaded as a thirty-one year old woman can be in
today's society.

   In short, she was sweet, and loving, and just oozed raw sexual appeal.

   And so, the terms of the loans made by Kirt were unnecessarily vague.

   "Just do what you have to do Angelique." he said gently, each time he
handed her money.  "I know you'll pay me back when all this is settled. 
We'll talk about interest later.  Don't worry your pretty head about such
things."

   Well, when the lawyers finally had spent as much time (which they
billed, of course), as was necessary to dot each "i" and cross every "t",
and finally coughed up her husband's money, Angelique found that she was
very, VERY wealthy.  It had taken eight months, and she had been in a
pretty bad way there for a while, trying to feed fifteen children AND make
a house payment, all pretty much on the small loans Kirt gave her, along
with the babysitting money her two older children generated around the
neighborhood.  They worked cheap, especially if the patron said they could
have the leftovers in the fridge.  Still, after hiding some of the money to
use for the odd candy bar, they contributed the rest to the family, and
Angelique got by.

   And then, one day, Angelique had all the money she could even think
about spending.

   The first thing she did, out of pure appreciation for Kirt, was put all
fifteen kids in the big van her husband had bought for them, and drive down
to the bank.

   Have you ever seen a woman trying to move fifteen children through a
public area?  It's a little like that phrase "herding cats".  Each of the
older children were given responsibility for two younger ones.  Angelique
carried the baby on her hip, a diaper bag over one shoulder, and had a six
year old's hand in hers.  The six year old had to go potty, and he thought
that the potted plants in the bank lobby were the perfect place to do so.
Four others wanted to play hide and seek, and kept trying to ...  well ...
hide and seek.  The oldest teenage girl, Victoria, was embarrassed that, at
fifteen, she had to handle her two and three year old brother and sister,
instead of parading like an almost adult should be able to do.  The result
was that she tried to parade, and then get control of the two little ones,
which she had lost while she was parading, and then try to parade again ...


   Victoria's brother, Horace Jr., had control of the four and five year
olds, except that Horace Jr.  was one of the kids who wanted to play hide
and seek, so Juniper wandered around while Millie played the game.  The
younger twins, Suzie and Rachel, also wanted to play hide and seek, but
they just carried the one and two year olds with them.

   Anyway, you get the idea.  Business was disrupted, noise was generated
and commerce generally ground to a halt as people stared in wonder at the
circus going on in the bank.  Well, one bit of business got taken care of.
Angelique stopped at a teller cage and got remarkably quick service.

   Finally, the crowd got to Kirt's office and Angelique told him she was
there to pay him back.

   "Angelique, my dear," he said in smooth tones.  "Why didn't you just
call?  I'd have been happy to drop by the ...  shoe ...  er ...  house."

   "I don't have a phone yet." explained the harassed Angelique.  "That was
a luxury, so I waited.  So here's the money." She handed him a wad of cash
that she'd just obtained from a teller outside in the lobby.

   "Ahh, yes ...  thank you." said Kirt.  "As to the interest ..."

   Angelique waited.  Eight month old Timmy wiggled, trying to get down
from her hip.  "Why don't I stop by some evening and we can discuss that."
he caged.

   Angelique didn't have to think long.  She owed this man a lot.  He had
practically saved their lives with those frequent little loans.  She knew
she had plenty of money, and that his interest couldn't be too bad.  And,
she had gotten kind of used to feeling good when she saw him.  People
handing you money when you're starving will do that to you.  I think they
call that behavior modification or something like that.  Anyway, Angelique
just smiled at him.  "That would be lovely."

   "Are you going to move soon?" he asked.

   Angelique frowned.  "Actually, the shoe is quite roomy, and everything's
already moved in.  I thought I'd tear my hair out, moving the last time.  I
think I'll just stay there." she said.  "Tell me when you're coming and
I'll fix something for dinner."

   Kirt thought about fifteen children, crowded around a dinner table.

   "Why don't we arrange a babysitter and I'll take you out to dinner." he
suggested.  "You could probably use a little break, don't you think?"

   Angelique tried to think of what a break might be like.  She couldn't
remember ever having one.

   "I've never hired a babysitter before." she said, worriedly.

   "I know of a company who provides nannies and babysitting services.  Let
me take care of everything." he said.

   Angelique smiled.  "OK, thanks Kirt.  That's awfully nice of you."

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   Kirt found out, when he called the service, that their policies would
require that no less than six sitters be hired in this situation.  The two
oldest children would be fine on their own, or at least with minimal
supervision.  The younger children would be looked after at the rate of two
children per sitter, with the exception of the three youngest, who would
all be handled together.

   Kirt took a long lunch and visited the shoe, where he found Angelique
happily taking care of her children.  They were, all in all, fairly well
behaved, and he had a chance to talk with her for a few minutes.

   "I have an idea." he said.  "I live all alone, except for my staff.  Why
don't I arrange a picnic?  We can eat in the shade on the patio.  I have a
pool too.  We could go swimming if you like."

   Kirt wanted badly to see what Angelique looked like in a swim suit.

   "I love to swim." she nodded, feeding baby food to one-year-old William.
"I used to have a suit, but I have no idea where it is now.  I haven't been
swimming in years."

   "Well, if it's all right with you, I could have my secretary pick
something out for you.  If you're too busy to go shopping, I mean." he
said.

   "I suppose that would be fine." said Angelique.  "I'll probably look
awful, no matter what she gets."

   "I doubt that seriously." said Kirt suavely.  "You're quite a lovely
woman, Angelique."

   "Why thank you!" she said, beaming.  "Horace is the only man who ever
said that to me before.  It's kind of nice to hear."

   "My pleasure." said Kirt, thinking about other ways he'd like to
pleasure this woman.  "I'll arrange for the sitters to be here Saturday
morning and we can just have the day together."

   "That will be nice." said Angelique, wiping up a spill where creamed
spinach had drooled out of William's mouth while he examined the strange
man standing beside his mother.

   Back at the office Kirt called his secretary Jennifer to his office.

   "Jennifer, I'm having Mrs.  Bolynski over for a picnic Saturday.  She
said she might like to swim, but hasn't a suit.  She's so busy, I wondered
if I could prevail on you to pick her out a swim suit."

   "Sure thing, boss." said Jennifer, elated that another woman had caught
this pig's eye.  He'd been leering at her for months and making suggestive
comments.  The job paid too well to hazard it with a sexual harassment
complaint.

   Actually, Jennifer was a confirmed pussy licker, and Kirt's "suggestive
comments" had been nothing more than "You look lovely today, Jennifer." or
"Have you done something different with your hair?" But Jennifer knew that
all men could think of only one thing, and that was getting their nasty old
dicks in her pristine virgin pussy, which was reserved only for Wanda, her
roommate.

   Thus it was that, while Jennifer was out looking for a swim suit for
Angelique Bolynski, she picked one that she'd like to see Wanda in.  It
would inflame her disgusting boss as well.  She arranged to have it
delivered to Kirt's house with a note that said to place it in the Cabana
by the pool, with Angelique's name on it." She also picked out a nice red
leather and bra set, and charged it to his account as well.  Wanda would
love wearing it for her.

   The next two days went slowly for Kirt, who went over everything with
his cook several times to make sure everything would be perfect.  He had
the pool cleaned and made sure that the gardener had everything looking
like a fairyland.  He gave his staff the day off so no one would interrupt
his assignation with Angelique.  Saturday morning he arrived at ten.  The
babysitters were already there, and had already taken over.  Angelique was
standing around looking lost, having nothing to do for the first time since
she could remember.  She had dressed in a nice halter top and cool shorts,
with airy sandals.  Victoria and Horace Jr., her two oldest children, were
standing with her, looking wistful.

   "Ready to go?" asked Kirt.

   Angelique turned to him.  "Kirt, you've been so nice about this.  Would
it bee too much of an imposition to allow Vikki and Junior to come along? I
know this was supposed to be a date for us and all, but they have worked so
hard helping me.  They deserve a break and some fun too."

   Kirt wanted to curse.  This ruined his plans.  But if he was ever to get
the woman alone, he'd better go along with it.

   He smiled widely.  "Nothing would please me more." he lied.  He thought
furiously.  He had cable, with over two hundred channels, and his own
collection of videos.  Perhaps he could distract the children with that and
still get a few moments with their mother alone.

   His plan worked better than he'd hoped.  Then again, his plan was a
complete and total failure.  It all depends on how you look at it.

   The first thing he did upon arriving at the house was to call for
several pizzas to be delivered.  The cook had prepared a delightful buffet
for two, but it wouldn't stretch to include two hungry teenagers.

   The children were distracted, but not by the TV or movies ...  not then
anyway.  When they saw the pool they pranced with glee and, quite
unashamed, stripped off their clothing and jumped in stark naked.  Kirt
gaped as fifteen year old Victoria's body was exposed.  She wasn't skinny,
nor plump, but somewhere in between, with thrusting breasts larger than her
years would suggest, and probably inherited from her mother.  Her long
black hair covered them when she stood in waist deep water, unless, as she
had the habit of doing, she tilted her head back while under the water and
then stood up, smoothing it back with her hands.  That left her luscious
breasts bare and sparkling, with drops of water hanging off both erect
little nipples.  Her equally black pubic hair was short and straight,
sparse in that way that suggests it will never be thick.  It did nothing to
conceal her two plump pink pussy lips.

   "Oh my." sighed Angelique.  "The children aren't much on modesty at our
house." she explained to the astonished Kirt.  "You really can't be with
that many people about." She looked contrite.  "I should have warned them
to behave."

   "Nonsense." choked out Kirt.  "Let the children have fun." Victoria
certainly didn't look like a child to him, but he wasn't about to admit
that.

   Actually, the kids ignored the adults, playing tag, and diving games and
other such pursuits that kept them busy.

   Kirt told Angelique that her suit was in the cabana and she went in to
change.  He would change when she was done.

   "Kirt?" came her tremulous voice.

   "Yes?" he responded.

   "I'm not sure all of my suit is in here." she called out.

   "What's wrong?" he asked, the thin wall of the cabana separating him
from what he wished he could see already.

   "It's awfully small." she said.

   "I'm sure it's lovely on you." he tried.

   "I think I'd be more covered if I were like the children." she
complained.

   Now THERE was an idea, thought Kirt.

   "Surely it's not that bad." he said soothingly.  "Besides, we're all
friends here.  I promise not to look if it embarrasses you."

   "My children will think I'm terrible." she whined.

   "Let me see." he suggested.  "If it's just not suitable we'll think of
something else."

   "All right, but you come in here.  I'm not going out there." she said.

   Eagerly he stepped through the folds of the door.  He sucked in a breath
and felt faint.  It was a string bikini.  And string was about all there
was to it.  There were two tiny triangles that sat upon her breasts like
they'd drifted there and might blow off at any moment.  An equally tiny
triangle of cloth tried to cover her mons, but failed miserably, her blond
fluffy pubes sticking out from all sides.

   "Turn around dear." gasped Kirt.

   She did and he saw it was a thong.  Her bounteous buttocks completely
hid the thin string that connected the "belt" of the outfit to the bottom
of that tiny triangle in the front.

   Kirt staggered.  "I see your problem." he gasped.

   She turned around, standing and facing him again.  She reached down and
pulled at a bunch of the hair sticking out from one side of the bottom.

   "I can't possibly go out there like this." she moaned.

   "I have a razor in the house." gulped Kirt.

   "I've never shaved down there.  It was always a nurse or doctor who did
that ...  whenever I was having a baby." she said.  She brightened.  "Maybe
Vikki would help me." She went to the door and called her daughter, who
leapt out of the pool like she was half dolphin and came to the cabana.

   "You go get the razor." Angelique said to Kirt.  "Darling, I have this
problem and I wonder if you'd help me with it?"

   Kirt went into the house in a daze.  He fumbled around in the bathroom,
finding his razor and then hunting for a new blade for it.  He usually
shaved in the shower, and didn't use lather in there.  He finally found
half a can under the sink.  Taking that and two towels he hurried back to
the cabana before she could change her mind.

   "I'm here." he called out.

   "Don't come in." came Victoria's voice.  "Mom's not decent."

   Kirt couldn't quite wrap his mind around that statement, coming from a
young woman who was stark naked and completely unashamed about being so in
front of her own brother and a strange man.  He just thrust his hand
through the door of the cabana and felt everything being taken from him.

   Horace Jr.  got out of the pool and casually walked over, his fourteen
and a half year old penis flopping in the sunlight.  He too was without
shame.

   "What's going on?" he asked.

   "Your mother is getting ready to go swimming." said Kirt distractedly.

   "You got any soda?" asked the boy.

   Kirt's head jerked.  "Yes ....  sure ...  come on, I'll show you where
it is.  There are a couple of other things I'll show you too ...  that you
and your sister might like to take advantage of."

   To Kirt's complete amazement the boy stopped at his pile of clothing and
pulled on his shorts, without underwear.  Nudity in the pool was apparently
fine, while running around in the house naked was something else.  Or maybe
it was running around the house naked with a stranger that bothered him. 
Who knows?

   Kirt showed the boy the kitchen, and then the TV and video collection.
Horace Jr.  was suitably impressed, and said his sister would be too. 
Luckily, they were inside when the doorbell chimed.  Kirt had forgotten all
about the pizza.  Once that was accepted and paid for and stashed in the
oven to keep warm, they returned to the area of the pool, where Horace Jr.
calmly dropped his shorts again, to the sound of Angelique's voice.

   "OUCH!  Vikki, take it easy there!"

   "Oh mamma you're such a baby!" came the girl's voice.  "You're going to
look hot in that swimsuit.  Just sit still.  Spread your legs a little
more. That's better.  Almost done."

   Outside Kirt felt his penis begin to inflate as if someone had a bicycle
pump hooked up to it.  He noticed that Junior had apparently lost interest
and was heading back to the pool.

   There was a little moan from Angelique.  Then silence.  Then Victoria's
voice spoke again.

   "All done.  Let me just wipe you off.  Oooo that's hot mamma.  You're
going to look goooood.  Now me."

   "Now me?" thought Kirt.

   "But darling, you're not even wearing a suit." pointed out her mother.

   "I know, but after seeing you in that one, I might want to get me one
like that, and I want to be ready to wear it."

   "You're much too young to parade around in a suit like this." said her
mother sternly.

   "I'm naked right now mamma." the girl pointed out.  "You're not naked."
she went on logically.

   "And that's another thing." said Angelique.  "You shouldn't be naked in
front of Kirt."

   "Oh mamma" the girl laughed.  "He's much too old for me.  He probably
won't even look at me after he sees you in that suit."

   "Well you're growing up." said Angelique.  "And you shouldn't run around
naked around strangers.  I wasn't that much older than you are now when I
had YOU."

   "Oh mamma," laughed the girl.  "You're so funny sometimes.  Come on.  I
want to be all smooth and pretty too."

   By the time a short silence had passed, during which Kirt had a vivid
picture in his head about what was going on on the other side of that thin
striped piece of canvas, followed by another little moan, this time on the
part of a fifteen year old girl, Kirt's erection was complete.  He had to
shift it upwards to keep it from showing.

   When the two women stepped out of the cabana without warning, Kirt
almost went off in his pants.  While Victoria's former pubic hair had done
nothing to conceal her pouting pussy lips, the lack of that hair was a
magnet to the eyes, and now the only color down there was the pink OF those
pussy lips.

   "She's ready Mr. ....  I don't even know your last name." she pointed
out.  "Kirt" said Kirt in a strangled voice.  "Just call me Kirt."

   "OK" said the girl and she scampered off to jump in the pool, on top of
her brother, who was staring insterestedly at the change in his sister's
appearance.

   Kirt's eyes went to Angelique, who stood, a little self consciously in
her bikini.  One of the triangles had slipped a little, and part of her
areola was peeking out.  The bottom of the suit now laid along her pussy
lips, flat against them.  Or it would have been flat, except for the fact
that Angelique's pussy lips, after having been stretched repeatedly while
her socks were being fucked off, to say nothing of all those babies forcing
them wide, would have hung down an inch and a half.  The cloth pressed them
up against her body.  The seam in the cloth split them perfectly down the
middle.  The result was a deep, fat camel toe that advertised her pussy,
more than covering it.

   "This is a naughty suit." said Angelique faintly.

   "It's a gorgeous suit." gasped Kirt.  "And you're absolutely gorgeous in
it."

   "I'm beginning to think you're a naughty man." said Angelique.

   "I have to admit," he said, trying to get his breath under control, "I'm
feeling just a tad naughty right now."

   "You're a sweet man." said Angelique smiling.  "Horace would have been
all over me by now."

   "Horace was a wise man, and we all miss him." said Kirt.

   Her face fell.  "I DO miss him." she said.  Wearing this suit made her
wish Horace was still there.  She missed what they did together, and what
she knew he'd have had her doing if she'd ever worn something like this
around him.  She'd never had to, really.  He was ready to go at a moment's
notice.

   "Go on and change." she said.  "I'm going to get in the water.  Maybe I
won't feel so naked in the water."

   "Yes." Kirt blurted.  "I'll change."

   Kirt was in good shape.  He worked out four times a week, used the pool
frequently, and took good care of himself.  He wore a Speedo type swimsuit.
He'd never tried to get it on with an erection.

   It was impossible.

   He gave some thought to beating off, but didn't want to.  If things went
well, he'd get off, and it wouldn't be with his hand.  In the end he
struggled into the suit and found that an inch of his prick was sticking
out of the waistband.  He pulled it up over that, and felt his balls being
crushed.  Maybe the water would help him go soft.  He grabbed a towel,
wrapped it around his waist to cover the obvious long bulge in the front of
his suit, and walked quickly to the pool.  He planned on dropping the towel
and jumping in at the same time, hoping no one would notice.

   Angelique didn't notice, because she was staring at her son.  Horace Jr.
didn't notice, because he was staring at his mother, his mouth open. 
Victoria turned her head at the last moment and got the full view of his
obviously aroused state as he was in the air.

   Actually, the water did help.  He got soft enough that he was able to
shove things back to where they should be.  He still bulged, but then,
everyone bulges in a Speedo, right?  He swam over to where Angelique and
her son were standing in the shallow end, staring at each other.  Victoria
was splashing nearby.

   He saw immediately why Horace Jr.  was staring at his mother.  The suit,
originally a pale yellow, was virtually transparent when wet.  Angelique's
dark areolas were plainly visible through the cloth, and her fat nipples
poked out so much that the triangles took on the appearance of little
pyramids.  Kirt had no doubt that her pussy lips would be equally visible
if she got out of the water.

   "Wow Mom." said Horace Jr.  "You look hot!"

   "Junior!" said an obviously nervous Angelique.  "You've seen me nursing
the babies all these years.  You've seen me naked!"

   "Yeah, but you look different somehow." said Horace Jr.

   "Yes, well, boys aren't supposed to think their mothers are ...  hot."
she said grumpily.

   "Hey, Mom, if you're hot, you're hot, and if you're not, you're not.."
Then he turned and started splashing Vikki.

   Angelique turned to Kirt.

   "I'm so embarrassed." she said.

   "Angelique, he's right, you know.  You're a beautiful woman ...  a sexy
woman.  Any male would notice that."

   "You're making me feel naughty again." said Angelique.

   "Good." he said, taking a step toward her.  "I was hoping you'd feel
naughty today."

   Kirt, being in his own mind, a master of seduction, knew not to push
things too far, too fast.

   "Now, lets do a little swimming.  We can be naughty later." He grinned.

   And they did too, swimming laps and talking, and then playing tag with
the kids, during which Kirt was quite sure Vikki grabbed the front of his
Speedo when it was completely unnecessary, giggling the whole time.  He was
amazed that a girl so young would be so precocious, and began to watch her
more carefully.  He noticed that, when she chased her brother, he often let
out a squawk while her hand was down by that part of him that would have
been covered by a Speedo, but which wasn't.  That got him going again,
despite the cool water.

   Kirt stood, looking at the sun.  "LUNCH, everybody.

   Junior bounded up out of the pool and pulled on his shorts, as before.
"Come on sis, I know where the food is." he yelled.

   Vikki toweled off enough to get her shirt on over her braless breasts,
and pulled her own shorts on, sans panties, which were left lying in plain
sight, along with her bra on the deck of the pool.  Neither youngster wore
their shoes inside.

   Kirt climbed up the ladder and turned around to help Angelique out.  She
climbed until her face was even with the lump in his suit, which lump was
the result of both seeing Vikki dressing, and knowing he'd finally get to
see the bottom of Angelique's suit while it was wet.

   "Oh my." said Angelique, stopping to stare.

   "My apologies." said Kirt, for lack of anything else to say.  "You're so
beautiful I can't help it."

   What was going through Angelique's mind was the fact, in her opinion,
that her late husband, pleasing though he had always been, would not have
filled out a Speedo like this, had he owned one.  She was feeling a
distinct flutter in her belly, right where she had always felt a flutter
when Horace had come home all randy and excited after making a bunch of
money.  She blushed.  Horace had been gone just a few months shy of a year,
and already she was having naughty thoughts.

   "I feel so naughty." she sighed.

   "Oh good." said Kirt.  "I'd love to help dry you off."

   "Oh, but I couldn't." said Angelique, knowing that the feel of a towel
in his hands would make the flutters in her belly flutter even harder. 
"Someone might see."

   "We could go in the cabana." he suggested.  There was a chaise lounge in
the cabana, with a nice, thick pad on it.

   Chapter Two

   As Angelique considered whether or not to go into the secluded cabana
with this handsome man, she reflected on a few things.  She might be lusty,
and horny ...  but she wasn't stupid.

   "You wouldn't ...  take advantage of me ...  would you?" she asked, her
voice sounding surprisingly young for a thirty-three year old woman.

   "Only if I get the chance." said Kirt.  "You inflame me, Angelique." he
admitted.

   "Oh my." said Angelique, as Kirt gently took her hand and pulled her
toward the cabana.

   Perhaps we could talk about the interest on your loans." said Kirt. 
"Would that make things easier for you?"

   Angelique perked up.  "Yes, talking business might help me feel less
naughty." she said.

   When they got inside the cabana, Kirt picked up a fluffy white towel and
put it over Angelique's head.  Her rubbed vigorously, enjoying how her
breasts wobbled and jiggled at his somewhat violent attention.

   "I've been thinking about the interest on your loans." said Kirt, who
hadn't been thinking about that at all.  What he'd been thinking about was
what he was about to do.

   "I'd feel awful charging you a lot of interest when you were so
desperately in need of the money." he said.

   Angelique looked at him silently.

   "I have a comb around here somewhere." he said, moving the towel to her
shoulders, and then one arm.  She stood more or less docile as he switched
to the other arm, and then did her stomach and back.

   "So I was thinking," said Kirt, watching her breasts jiggle and licking
his lips, "that perhaps you might repay me in some way that didn't involve
...  money."

   "I don't have much of anything to repay you WITH other than money."
commented Angelique.

   "Oh dear." he said, squatting in front of her, staring at her pussy lips
through her suit.  "Water drops from your suit are undoing what I just did.
He rose and faced Angelique, reaching for the tiny clip that was on the
string between her breasts.  "Let's just get this off so it doesn't drip on
the dry parts." he said.  Angelique looked down to see the bra, which had
been under a lot of stress anyway, spring away from her breasts, which were
then bared to the man standing in front of her.  Before she could object,
the towel was rubbing all over them.  The soft loosely woven material felt
wonderful on her nipples and she sighed as the flutters in her stomach
began to be more like a flag waving in a stiff wind.

   "I don't think ..." she started and then she felt the tingling pain that
meant her milk was letting down.  There had been enough stimulation to her
nipples that nature had taken over.  "Oh NO!" she yipped.

   Kirt took the towel away and watched as fat milky white drops appeared
in several places on both nipples.  They grew larger and larger until they
collected and dripped off one nipple, while another one sprouted into a
thin stream of milk that spurted out of her breast like an artesian well.

   "I'm LEAKING!" she yelped.

   For Kirt, it was the final straw.  His mouth swooped and he covered the
nipple that was spurting and sucked, being immediately rewarded with a
mouthful of warm, sweet milk.

   "Oh MY!" said Angelique, looking down at the face attached to her
breast. She still fed Timmy, who was eight months old, but who loved to
suck and, truth be told, she loved being sucked.

   But Timmy didn't suck like THIS!

   Horace hadn't been interested in breast milk, nor had he tasted other
places on her body.  No, Horace had been a meat and potatoes kind of guy.
Well, meat anyway.  He spent his time fucking, and afterwards ate what
eventually killed him.  THIS larger, more forceful mouth on her aching
nipple felt so delicious that her hands automatically moved to his head and
cradled it, first holding him to her, and then, as the pressure in that
breast eased, moving his head to the other one.

   Angelique felt a new kind of wetness soaking the bottom of her suit. 
"Ohhhhhh" she moaned, the "my" not quite making it out this time.

   Kirt knew a good thing when he ...  tasted it.  Her actions thus far had
suggested that she was not averse to his attentions, and he dearly wanted
to keep things that way.  His hands dropped to the little bows on the sides
of the bottom of her suit and pulled gently at the loose ends he found
there.  He knew the chaise lounge was a few feet behind her.  As he had
been toweling her body he'd urged her in that direction.  Now he pressed
his face against her lovely leaking breast and got her to take another
couple of steps.

   He left her breast to kiss his way between them and down over her
remarkably flat stomach.  He was close enough to see tiny scarring he knew
were stretch marks, but which weren't bad at all.

   "What are you doing?" came her breathy query.

   "I'm licking you dry." he said, dipping his head even lower.  The first
warning that he was clearly near his goal was the hem of the little
triangle that was stuck firmly to the flesh between her legs, even though
the ties were loose.  He kissed her flat belly, intensely aware that,
behind it, lay the object of his desires ...  her womb.

   "Oh Kirt." came her attempted objection.  Horace had kissed her swollen
belly many times, praising her for being so fecund.

   Kirt's fingers peeled the suit down.  Her daughter had done a wonderful
job, and the skin was smooth as a baby's butt.  He paused only to put his
hands between her legs and press them outward, exposing one hanging pussy
lip.  The other one was stuck to her with her juices, and was slowly
falling downward now that it wasn't pressed up against her.  He captured
that lip between his own and sucked.

   "OH KIRT!" she squealed, squatting a little bit from instinct.

   "Sit down my love." he said, his voice muffled by the fact that his
mouth was full of pussy lips.

   She didn't sit so much as fall, and he was on her like a cat on a mouse
as her legs flew apart and her arms went behind her to hit the fabric of
the chaise lounge.  Kirt drilled his tongue into her pussy and licked
upwards, finding and sucking her long, erect clit into his mouth.

   "OHHHHH KIRT!" she moaned.

   No one had ever done this to her.  She had loved having Horace fucking
her socks off, because that hit the very spot that Kirt had somehow made
feel SO much more wonderful than it had ever felt before.  What little
control she had tried to maintain fled and she lay back, drawing her knees
up and spreading them.  Kirt ate her pussy mercilessly and, while doing so,
pushed his Speedo down off his hips, and over his butt.  It got hung up on
his erection and he had to stand to get it past that point.  Once he got it
to his ankles he stepped out of it.

   Kirt took great pleasure in the fact that he had never forced a woman.
It might have been argued that his interpretation of what they said was
somewhat liberal ...  in his favor ...  but those few times a woman had
unequivocally said "NO" Kirt had backed off, difficult as it was.  His
plans for this woman were no different, though if she said "NO" he didn't
know what he'd do, other than stand back and beat off right in front of
her. He was THAT inflamed.

   It was for that reason that he waited until he felt her quiver and shake
and go rigid ...  until he knew she was in the midst of an orgasm, to stand
and show her his rigid member.

   "Oh Angelique, I am helpless for you.  I must have you." he pled. 
"Please say yes.  That will be all the interest I ever desire."

   Angelique's orgasm had been cut just a little short by the sudden
disappearance of what was giving it to her.  It was the first orgasm she'd
had in eight months, and she had been in the process of welcoming it with
open arms.  Now she stared at what, frankly, put Horace's penis to shame.
It was longer, fatter and looked harder than Horace's ever had.  The idea
of having that long hard thing inside her was, to put it bluntly,
irresistible.  Plus, it would pay off her interest for her!

   "YES!" she shrieked.

   With no further ado, Kirt sank down between her open thighs, fisted his
prick, and plugged it into Angelique's pussy.  There were twin groans of
relief, as it was summarily lodged as deeply as it would go, which was, not
to put too fine a point on it, deeper than anything had ever gone inside
her.

   ===============================================

   In the house, mouths stuffed with warm pizza, Nikki and Junior wondered
what was keeping the adults.  Being naturally curious, Nikki put her head
out the door just in time to hear her mother shriek "YES!" from inside the
cabana.  Being no slouch in the brains department, Nikki reflected for a
few seconds on the blatantly sexual behavior of both her mother and Mr. ...
Kirt, and arrived at the completely justified conclusion that what was
going on inside the cabana might be entertaining to see.

   "Come on." she whispered loudly to her brother.  "I think Mamma's doing
it with Kirt in the cabana."

   "No way!" said Junior.

   "Bet you a kiss they are." said Nikki.

   "I get to kiss you all the time anyway." said Junior, who indeed had
been giving his older sister heartfelt good night kisses for over a year
now, and receiving them in return.

   "I'll jack you off if I'm wrong." said Nikki, looking toward the cabana.

   "You jack me off all the time anyway." pointed out Junior, who had
talked his sister into doing that one night, after which she was hooked. 
Thus far, that was about all they'd done and both had been pretty happy
with the state of affairs.

   "I'll think of something." said the girl, impatient to go and see what
she thought they'd see.

   "Deal." said her brother.

   The two ran across the lawn and stopped beside the canvas wall of the
cabana.  There were clearly audible grunts and moans coming from inside,
both male and female.

   "You're so loooonnnggg" moaned Angelique.

   "You're so hot and wet." grunted Kirt in reply.

   "I've missed this soooo much." cried Angelique.

   "I can't believe how tight you are." gasped Kirt.

   "Horace always made the doctor sew me up extra tight." panted Angelique,
a little distracted by her own explanation.

   Both kids crept to the screen window of the cabana and peeked in.  Both,
who had received the standard Junior High School class on health and
fitness, including the section on reproductive health, stared, their mouths
open.

   The dry textbook descriptions of the reproductive process,
un-illustrated, of course, since that would have made their text books
pornographic, just didn't quite produce in their young minds what they saw
with their young eyes.

   Kirt was hunched over their mother, one of his feet on the floor, and
the other knee between their mother's soft thighs.  His buttocks were
moving rapidly and, since they were viewing the scene from the side, they
had a clear view of the thing he was rapidly moving in and out of their
mother's pussy.  Angelique's breasts jumped, jiggled and danced as Kirt
slammed his loins against hers.  They almost looked like they had
independent life and thought, and were sparring with each other, like
boxers do.  Angelique's hands on her lover's hips, obviously helping him by
pulling and pushing in time with his thrusts, made it clear that she was
thoroughly and happily involved with what was going on.

   "Fuck." whispered Junior.

   Vikki's hand shot out and slapped at him, a silent rebuke for his foul
language.

   Their mother became frantic, her hips shoving and twisting beneath the
man and she started a panting announcement that if he ever stopped she'd
just die, and that she was about to experience bliss.  Her words were,
exactly: "Oh bliss, my bliss is coming, Oh Kirt, my bliss is almost here."
It was a singularly strange way of talking about an orgasm, a hangover
from Horace's insistence that their lovemaking, while torrid and sweaty and
passionate, not sink to the depths of deprivation by the use of what he

called "dirty" language.

   Kirt felt no such compulsion.

   "Oh baby, Oh Angelique, I'm gonna spurt!  I'm gonna fill up your sweet
pussy with my spunk!  Oh baby, here it comes."

   He let out a groan and both adults froze suddenly, like Captain Freeze
had turned his ice gun on them.  Kirt's buttocks gave two or three
convulsive little thrusts as his semen poured into the climaxing woman
beneath him.  Other than two long, drawn out groans, that was it.  Kirt
collapsed on top of Angelique, her soft breasts cushioning his fall.

   It was very quiet for a few seconds.  Then Angelique, stroking his back,
spoke.  "Oh thank you." she sighed.  "I didn't know how much I'd missed
that until now.  I LIKE being naughty with you.  I'm so glad I wasn't
wearing any socks."

   Kirt, in the afterglow of one of the hardest and finest orgasms he could
remember, and slightly confused to her reference to socks, could only
mumble "I like being naughty with you too!"

   "We must get up." said Angelique.  "The children will be wondering
what's become of us."

   That, more than anything else, got Kirt moving.  The last thing he
needed was for the teens to cause a rift between this lovely woman and
himself.  He was already dreaming of when he'd be able to mount this
energetic filly again.  Spurting in her was sweeter than anything he'd ever
experienced.  He rose enough to kiss her lips.

   "We must do this again." he begged.  "I am smitten with you Angelique. I
cannot live without this ...  without you." His mouth snapped closed so
fast and hard that even the teens outside could hear his teeth impact each
other.

   What was going through Kirt's mind was that he was a fool.  He hadn't
meant to say any of that.  Yes, he wanted to plow her furrow again, often,
if possible.  But to express such commitment ...  that just wasn't his way.

   He wasn't given time to think about it though, as he was enveloped by
soft naked woman who reacted to his statement like just about any woman
would.

   "I'm so happy." she crooned.  "And you did make me several loans.  Was
that interest on all of them ...  or only one?"

   Her coyness almost got Kirt hard again, but he forced himself to stand
back.  "Only one, my dear.  I'd love to give you a break, but I am a
banker, after all."

   "Well, mister banker, I always pay my debts." said Angelique, feeling
quite thoroughly naughty as she stared at her dripping, bald pussy mouth.

   By the time the adults had dressed and arrived in the kitchen, the teens
were back.  They had taken time for a few torrid kisses, in an attempt to
take the edge off the emotions generated in them by watching Kirt fucking
the non-existent socks off their mother.

   That didn't work.

   In fact, it just heightened their emotions.  But, knowing they couldn't
do anything about it just then, and having more control than the adults,
they'd busied themselves getting the food out and spreading it on the
table. Vikki was busy eating pizza and rubbing her thighs together, and
Junior had just finished adjusting his own boner, when their mother sailed
into the kitchen glowing and happy.

   Kirt followed, not glowing, but happier than he'd hoped for when he
realized the children were coming along.  His happiness increased when
Junior announced that he and his sister couldn't wait to get to several of
the movies in Kirt's collection.

   "I hope you don't have anything planned for us." Junior said, looking
hopeful.  "There are at least three and maybe four movies we just HAVE to
see."

   "Excellent!" said Kirt, a little too enthusiastically.  "I'm sure your
mother and I will find something to keep us busy."

   His plans were to deposit at least two more loads of his sperm in this
delightful woman's belly before the day was out.

   "Nothing rated above PG-13." announced Angelique firmly.

   "Oh Maaaaaahm" complained Vikki.  "We're almost adults!"

   "You don't need all that violence and sex." said their mother, biting
into a delicious helping of German potato salad, and completely unaware
that she and Kirt had already provided the violent sex she wanted to
protect her children from.

   "All right." said Vikki, caving much too quickly to make it sound
believable.  She rubbed her thighs together again.  She was slippery
between her legs, and not having on panties made it easy to rub.

   Thus it was that the two teens were left unsupervised, in the TV room,
which contained all manner of soft things upon which to lie down.

   Junior reminded Vikki of her promise to "think of something" and Vikki,
inflamed beyond reason by seeing her mother plundered so forcefully did,
indeed ...  think of something.  The adults weren't even back to the pool -
Kirt had suggested that they hadn't really had much time to swim, and that
he'd just love to see her in that suit again - before Vikki was on her
back, buck naked, and Junior was trying his best to imitate what Kirt had
been doing to their mother.

   Both teens were virgins, but they'd had excellent visual aids not long
before, and after a few "Ooof"s and an "OWWW - I didn't think it would
HURT!", they eventually settled into a mismatched tangle of wriggling
muscles that, amazingly, ended up getting a nice thick stream of potent
young sperm injected into a genetically fertile womb.

   It was good enough for both of them that they immediately set about
learning to do it better.  Junior's teenaged prick was supremely
appreciative of what had just happened, and determined to stay hard for as
long as was necessary to perfect this new game.

   Both were quick learners.

   Meanwhile, out at the pool, Kirt suggested that, while he loved the
suit, perhaps they could emulate the children and go skinny dipping. 
Angelique blushed and stammered, but somehow stood stock still as she was
disrobed by the now panting man.

   Once she was naked, Kirt stripped too, his erection straining out away
from his body.  Angelique looked at it and licked her lips.

   "Do you want to go swimming now Angelique?" he asked softly, "Or do you
want to pay off the interest on another loan?"

   "Oh my." sighed Angelique.  "I suppose it would be more responsible to
repay the interest, than fritter away time swimming."

   Kirt reached out and grasped both of Angelique's firm nipples, pinched
them gently and pulled them, making her breasts take on an upturned pointed
appearance.  Both nipples started leaking immediately.

   "You're so bad." moaned Angelique.

   "That's because you're soooo good." breathed Kirt.  He pulled her toward
the cabana again.  "We'll swim later."

   Angelique's passion wasn't difficult to find, or unleash, and by the
time they were inside the cabana she had already accepted her ...  fate ...
so to speak.  By the time they got to the chaise lounge she was almost as
excited as she had been before.  And, by the time Kirt sank his long hard
prick into her, battering her cervix with the tip, she could already feel
her bliss approaching.

   Kirt took his time this time.  He stroked and pushed and sucked and
kissed until Angelique had found bliss three times.  Then he let his own
climax approach and, with a groan of contentment, pushed as hard as he
could and flushed her belly with a fountain of spunk.

   "Ohhhhhh" moaned Angelique, feeling the deluge inside her.  "You're
probably going to make me pregnant again." She bucked up at him.  "Horace
always made me pregnant when we did this."

   "AUUUUGGGHHHH" groaned Kirt, his balls lurching one last time.  Nothing
he could think of was as erotic as the thought that he was knocking this
beautiful woman up.

   Back in the TV room, Vikki and Junior were going for it for the third
time.  Junior was pounding her so hard she was scooting along the leather
cover of the long couch they had chosen for their bed.

   "I'm gonna do it again." he panted, getting ready to spurt in his sister
for the third time in less than an hour.

   "Me toooo" squealed Vikki, as she wrapped her coltish legs around her
brother's thrusting buttocks.

   As one couple collapsed into relaxation out in the cabana, another
couple collapsed in the TV room.  They hadn't even managed to start a movie
yet.

   Not to belabor that day, I'll just tell you that there was more that
happened.  Kirt and Angelique did go swimming, and got distracted there in
the pool too, whereupon Kirt suggested that another interest payment was
due.  When they went back inside to eat, the kids had managed to get
dressed (for the second time) and were, in fact, watching a movie.  The
kids decided to go swimming again, while the adults "rested" inside,
discussing high finance in the bedroom.  By the time the day was over Kirt
was overly proud of himself for being able to get it up a total of five
times, Angelique and Vikki were both well and thoroughly pregnant, and the
pool needed cleaning again.

   The women, of course, didn't know just then that they were pregnant.  I
suppose those pregnancies could have happened during the following month,
during which both couples went at it like rabbits whenever they got the
chance.  Now that she had access to babysitters, Angelique began to enjoy
life a little more, going shopping, visiting Kirt in his office,
volunteering at the Red Cross, visiting Kirt at his house for lunch, going
to the museums she'd never had a chance to go see, having candle lit
dinners at Kirt's, and other fun ...  and financially responsible ... 
pursuits.

   And, as they say, when the cat's away, the mice will play, Junior and
Vikki, whenever their mother was out, were left basically on their own. 
The sitters in the shoe were plenty busy with the little ones, and Junior
and Vikki had claimed rooms in the top of the ankle of the shoe, which were
serviced by an elevator and everything, so they had plenty of notice if
anyone was coming up in their direction.

   Unfortunately, for the oldest siblings, there was also a staircase.  For
safety, of course, in case of a fire, or power outage, or whatever.

   That staircase was explored one day by the older twins, George and
Tammy, who were thirteen and therefore not assigned a dedicated sitter. 
Their mother was out and the sitter assigned to "look in on them
occasionally" was way too busy with Freddy, age six, and Millie, a year
younger, who had discovered the joys of baking.  Joan, the sitter, was
trying to keep them from starting the fire that would make the staircase
invaluable, and trying to supervise ingredients as well, some of which
didn't appear to be suitable for "brownies".  Garlic, for instance.  And
mustard and grapes and drain cleaner.

   Therefore, neither Junior, nor Vikki were prepared to have their younger
siblings waltz into Vikki's room while the older teens were trying their
best to destroy Vikki's bed.

   What the twins saw, was from the feet, which looked singularly odd. 
Junior's pale buttocks were rising and then crashing down between Vikki's
spread thighs, her feet being up in the air.  Junior's balls, which hadn't
yet emptied themselves this particular day, and were full and fat, were
banging into Vikki's pert bottom with each lunge, making a smacking sound
that was a little like dropping a very ripe plum on a ceramic tiled floor.

   Had the twins stopped to reflect on what they were seeing, they would
have figured it out.  They had just, the last year in fact, gone through
the same health and fitness class their older brother and sister had taken
when they were in Junior High.

   But they didn't.  They jumped to the conclusion that Junior and Vikki
were fighting, which delighted them, since they would now have something to
tattle to Mamma about.

   About the time that Junior's testicles gave up the fight ...  and their
load, the twins, who often said things together, spoke, in tandem:

   "I'M GONNA TELL!"

   Pandemonium resulted.  Junior's prick had supplied Vikki's pussy with
two healthy spurts when it was summarily jerked out of the girl as Junior
rolled over.  His prick, unaware that it was supposed to be done, continued
supplying more baby batter, which spurted up into the air, landing on both
Junior's legs and stomach, and Vikki's thighs and abdomen.  The two healthy
spurts of Junior's rich semen were then summarily forced out of Vikki's
pussy as her stomach muscles tightened in what would, under other
circumstances, be called a sit-up.  Thick sticky sperm surged out of her
pussy and ran down between her butt cheeks as the bed foiled an otherwise
perfect sit-up and she had to catch herself by putting her hands behind
her.

   It was George who caught on first.

   "HEY!" he said excitedly, pointing at Junior's still, but now weakly
spurting prick.  "I can do that TOO!" The twins didn't do EVERYTHING
together, at least not until this day, and George had learned from several
school chums that if you rub it, it will squirt.

   Tammy wasn't far behind her brother.

   "YOU GUYS ARE MAKING A BABY!" she gasped.

   Vikki recovered first, probably because she was older.

   "No we're not!" she said hotly.  "We're only practicing!" She was used
to being somewhat in charge of the younger children, and they often took
her at her word, whatever she said.

   Not this time.

   "You can't practice making a baby!" said Tammy.  "That's the stupidest
thing I've ever heard." Her twin gene suddenly kicked in as her brain
caught up to what her twin brother had just admitted to.  She turned to
him. "You can do that?  How do you know?  When did you find out?  How come
you didn't tell ME?"

   "It was private." said George, suddenly looking stricken.

   Tammy turned back to her older siblings.

   "We want to do that too." she said firmly.

   "We do?" asked George, his stricken look turning to confusion.

   "You can't do than!" said Vikki, feeling her control slipping away.

   "If YOU can do it ...  WE can do it." said Tammy firmly.

   "You're too YOUNG!" said Vikki, using the age card.

   "If we can't do it then we're gonna tell Mamma that YOU were doing it."
said Tammy, using the snitch card, which almost always trumps the age card.

   Which, to cut to the chase, is how George and Tammy ended up just as
naked as Junior and Vikki, who were bullied into demonstrating what to do.
Junior, who had gone decidedly soft during all this, didn't think he would
be able to demonstrate anything until he saw Tammy's well along conical
breasts with their puffy nipples.  "Maybe I could demonstrate on you." he
said to Tammy.

   "Ewwwww" squealed Tammy, "You're too old!", which just goes to show you
how big a difference a year or two can make when a young woman contemplates
choosing someone to mate with.

   Vikki, knowing that there wasn't anything else they could do about the
situation, pulled Junior back on top of her and began giving the twins a
blow by blow description of how things should proceed.  There was only one
tiny bit of information she held back ...  as payback.

   "Now you lie down on your back with your legs spread." she instructed,
sighing as Junior began to stroke her pussy with his prick.  "and George,
you get between her legs, like Junior.  NO!  Don't try to do anything down
there yet.  You have to get ready first."

   Vikki ordered George to suck on Tammy's puffy nipples, which Tammy
approved of immediately, and made them kiss, which neither was inclined to
do until they tried it a few times and found out it was much nicer than
they thought it would be.  They were lying side by side on the bed, and
Vikki reached over to put her finger on her little sister's small hard
nubbin.

   "Feel right here." she told George.  "Feel that little bump?  Rub it
with your fingers."

   "Ohh yes." sighed Tammy.  "I already know about that.  It feels really
good!  I do it a lot."

   "You do?" asked an injured George.  "When did you start doing that?  Why
didn't you tell me?  I'd have done it for you."

   "Be quite and rub." ordered Tammy.  "Mmmmm yes, right there."

   "OK." said Vikki, hearing wet sounds coming from where George was
industriously rubbing away at his twin sister's clitty.  "Now, Junior, show
them how to put it in." She turned her head as her brother withdrew.  "You
have to put it in HARD for the best feeling." she said, beginning her
payback.  "Show them how to put it in HARD, Junior." she said to her lover.

   Junior loved to put it in hard, and demonstrated with vigor, slamming
his prick into his sister hard enough to bounce her buttocks up off the bed
on the rebound.

   George fumbled a bit and Vikki reached over to hold the head of his dick
until it was firmly notched between Tammy's pussy lips.

   "Now ...  HARD George!" she yelled.

   "OWWW!" shrieked Tammy, whose hymen was both intact and healthy ...  or
had been.  "YOU DIDN'T SAY IT WOULD HURT!" she yelled.

   George, whose prick was surrounded by tight, wet pussy for the first
time in his young life, didn't ask questions.  He just started banging away
at his twin, like he had seen Junior banging away at Vikki.

   "You WANTED to do it!" said Vikki, delighting in the little payback she
had been allowed.

   "Ohhh ...  Owww ...  Uhhh ...  Mmmmm" was Tammy's reply, as her abused
pussy began to adjust to the intrusion and decidedly UN-painful feelings
began to streak from her pussy to her brain.  "It's ..  not ..  so ..  bad
..  now." she said jerkily as her body began to bounce off the bed.

   Five minutes later Tammy's also genetically fertile womb was packed with
it's first load of heavy, healthy sperm and her attitude was completely
different.

   "I LIKE that!" she sighed.  "I want to do that a LOT."

   "Me too." panted George, who had done a lot more work than Tammy, but
didn't mind even a little bit.

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   Life is rarely like we read about in fairy tales (especially this one).
But this time it was.  Kirt and Angelique were equally smitten with each
other and he began coming over to the shoe, where he often helped put all
the children to bed ...  and then put Angelique to bed too.  And, to his
surprise, when Angelique informed him that he had made her well and truly
knocked up, instead of fleeing, as he once would have, Kirt just looked
around at all those children, most of whom were pretty good kids, all
things considered, and began thinking about his never-quite-realized dream
of one day being the coach of a little league team.  The way he saw it, if
he kept Angelique as pregnant as her first husband had, he'd be able to
coach for the next fifteen or twenty years.

   Life was pretty good for them all, all things considered.  True,
Angelique should have noticed that there were suddenly socks lying all
around her older daughters' bedrooms ...  and that should have reminded her
of her own socks, not all that long ago, which had also been lying all over
the place after being fucked off by Horace.  But after all her trials and
travails, I suppose we shouldn't judge her too harshly.  Most of the socks
now being fucked off of her daughters were, after all, on the upper floors
of the shoe and she didn't get up there all that often.

   When it became obvious that there were some unexpected pinch hitters
being developed in the junior leagues, as first Vikki and then Tammy's
bellies began to swell, a little judicious investigation revealed that,
while they had been able to hide their nightly activities from the adults,
twelve year old Jeffrey and the other set of twins, Suzie and Rachel, now
eleven, had figured out things and were practicing making little base
runners too, though neither girl had actually started having periods yet.
Jeffrey, once he figured out that his older brothers were going to be
fathers, couldn't wait for his personal harem to get old enough so that he
too could prove he was a man.

   The screeching halt was put on that plan, once it was found out. 
Angelique put the girls on birth control, sternly warning them that if
either of them had a baby before they were sixteen she would be very cross
with them.  The twins were so jealous of the three nephews and four nieces
that Vikki and Tammy gave birth to over the next four years, that they
actually stopped taking their birth control pills when they were fifteen
and a half, figuring that their mother had stipulated "give birth" as the
thing that was tied to their birthday and not "get pregnant".  So they
timed it so they wouldn't give birth until they'd actually turned sixteen.

   The year that the Bay City Sneakers Little League team took the
championship was a year of both joy and despair for Angelique.  She thought
the name of their team was both cute and appropriate, even though
technically they lived in a high button boot, and not a sneaker, but she
was proud of her new husband and the team who all called her Mom.  On the
other hand, Suzie and Rachel had been turning out babies one after the
other, apparently in an attempt to surpass the efforts of their two older
sisters (and mother, who had added four of her own to the clan).

   As a result, it was turning out that twenty-seven bedrooms just wasn't
enough.

   Life is a circle, or so they say.

   Thus, Angelique's life had come full circle.  Once again, she had so
many children she didn't know what to do!


   
