
"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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The Old Lady Who Lived In A Shoe - A Naughty Nursery Rhyme

by Lubrican


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 how 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 fed them all 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 what drove Angelique to the point of minor child abuse. She didn't actually whip them, but she shouted really loudly 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."

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 be 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.

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!

The End