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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.
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