Jezebel, The Whore of Babylon

Leslie Church nervously walked through the ABS. She could feel the eyes of the men on her as she quickly moved around the DVDs, past the sex toys and into the dimly lit corridor behind the tacky red curtain. She had done her recon well, she knew where to go in simple steps, her gym bag over her shoulder, her eyes fixed forward towards her goal. The only sounds were her heart pounding, her nervous breathing and her heels clicking on the tile floor.

At barely 5' tall and with a curvy 34D-28-36 body, the 40-year-old housewife and mother had devised a plan to surprise her husband for their 20-year ‘Bang-a-versary'. They had met at a fraternity initiation 20 years ago tonight. She had fallen in love with him and his magical cock that very evening. Even though Leslie was something of a slut, she had never climaxed as a result of intercourse until that night. Now, after 20 years of blissful monogamy and 7 children, she was going to give her beloved man the fulfillment of his fantasies…

Arriving at her destination she slipped into the small room and locked the door behind her. Inside were 2 metal folding chairs, a flat screen TV on the far wall and the circular hole that was her purpose for today, cut into the wall on her right.

Leslie hung her jacket on the back of one of the chairs. She unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, careful to not catch the delicate fabric on the bustier she wore beneath it. Then off came her knee-length skirt, which she maneuvered past her garters, stockings, and heels. She needed everything to be perfect today. A perfect present for the love of her life.

She opened her gym bag and placed her discarded clothing inside. From it, she removed a bright red Mardi Grans mask and flaming red wig. Carefully placing the mask over her face and then donning the wig, she took several selfies with her phone to make sure the outfit was perfect.

Leslie was a vision in red. She stood in the dim glory hole booth in a scarlet coloured matching outfit with a bustier, thong, garter belt, silk stockings, shoes and mask. The Flaming bright red wig set off the ensemble with just enough contrast.

"This will be a perfect present for Christian…"

Taking a small video camera from the bag, she then placed the bag in the second chair and focused the lens towards the hole in the wall. Turning it on and framing her desired composition, she started recording. Pulling a $20 bill from the bra cup of the bustier, she fed it into the machine under the television. The screen roared to life showing a small thin woman being savaged by a group of dirty, drooling men. Turning down the volume, Leslie took the second chair a moved it close the glory hole and sat down to wait.

Leslie half watched the video as she tried to keep her emotions under control. Her heart was still beating wildly, her breathing still rapid and shallow.

After about 5 minutes, she absentmindedly dropped her right hand down her crotch and started to slowly tease herself. Every so often glancing towards the hole for any signs of life. Running her long manicured nails along the gusset of the thong turned the wetness inside her to a flood, her womanly juices beginning to dampen the satiny material.

Slowly Leslie worked herself, trying to keep her excitement on edge. Denying herself an orgasm as she waited for signs of movement from next door. As she sat there, images on the video screen reminded Leslie of her own slutty past…

As an 18-year-old college freshman, Leslie had answered a strange ad in the campus newspaper in an obscure French dialect. Responding to the ad, she had been recruited to become the new ‘Fraternity Sweetheart' for Sigma, one of the oldest and most powerful frats on campus. Her position was basically to be the house whore, giving each active member a monthly bareback fuck, and being the recipient of the initiation gang bang each Valentine's Day. In return, she got a free loft apartment, a free lease on a new BMW and $500 a month in spending money.

Of course, she said yes.

Over the next 30 months, she had sex hundreds of times. She didn't date since the brothers couldn't be exposed to outsiders and what they may carry. She never once came when the brothers collected their ‘Monthlies' nor while pulling a train during the initiation. By the time the third Valentin's Day ritual was drawing close she was about done with her job. After this initiation, she could walk away with an $25k nest egg and the grateful appreciation of the fraternity.

As she opened her legs for her 1000 fuck milestone during the ritual everything changed.

The tall blonde boy stepped up before her, his blindfold still in place. She watched as his nose twitched from inhaling the aroma of her overflowing cunt. Unbidden, his cock started to rise until it stood proud and hard, it's slightly upturned tip leaking a small drop of precum. Leslie shuddered at the sight.

The blonde's assistant removed his blindfold and recited the liturgy of the ritual…

"Pledge of Sigma. You have endured many trials and challenges. You have so far passed them all. You stand now on the brink of brotherhood. Look before you. Behold Jezebel, the Whore of Babylon dressed in the scarlet trappings of her trade. Look at her gaping cunt, slick with the spend of every brother that has cum before you. Bring yourself to erection and fuck the whore Jezebel. Add your essence to that of the brotherhood and walk away as a true Man of Sigma!"

Leslie was sitting on a small wooden table. Her back against a small niche in the wall. She was dressed in a scarlet coloured matching outfit of heels, stockings, garter belt, bustier, mask, and wig. Her legs spread wide and her pussy running with the cum of many men. The 3 principal officers of the chapter by tradition ‘primed the pump' before the ritual began so they would be fresh semen leaking out for the first pledge to experience.

Leslie knew that about 1 out of 3 pledges couldn't complete the ritual. No matter what their reason, if they could not fuck her and ejaculate they were out of the frat right then and there. Watching the blonde's twitching cock, with his precum drooling off the tip, she knew this boy would not fail in his task.

Stepping forward he thrust powerfully into her drenched sex, his slightly upturned tip rubbing just against her G Spot in a way she had never experienced before. In only a few movements of his cock plunging into her, she felt an orgasm building quickly inside her.

Leslie knew she was not supposed to speak, but the sudden ferocity of her cum was exploding inside her.

"OH FUCK ME RUNNING! FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUUUUUUUUU…"

She exploded for the first time with a cock inside her. She screamed and wrapped her arms and legs and the blonde boy, squeezing him with all her strength. The chapter officers of Sigma were standing about with mouths agape. They had known Leslie for years and NEVER seen anything like this response from her before!

The blonde boy pushed deep inside the scarlet-clad whore and came. He had passed the ritual with flying colours and caused Leslie to begin squirting all over both of them and the table she lay upon. Even though the boy had finished she refused to surrender his body. She continued to grind her pelvis against his hoping for another incredible orgasm.

After a few minutes, the officers peeled her limbs from the blonde and brought the final pledge forward. This poor boy had no chance of completing his ritual after what he had heard from behind his blindfold while awaiting his turn. His inability to even gain an erection sent him into the cold night, forever to live with his failure as a man.

A few hours later the new brothers joined with the rest of the members and a few alumni for the traditional Valentine's Eve Formal. All the men were dressed in stylish tuxedos and all their women in incredible evening gowns. A small jazz band played slow romantic music as many couples danced together in the soft mood lighting.

Leslie had never attended the formal before. In prior years she had chosen to spend the evening relaxing in hot, soothing tub after spending several hours balancing on the table and taking cock after cock along with their rich and plentiful semen. Tonight, however, she was on a mission, she had to find the blonde boy. She was not going to let such a treasure escape her.

She strode into the gathering like a queen entering her court. Her bright blue gown perfectly matching her fiery eyes. Several of the girlfriends of the older brothers knew who she was and what her place in the fraternity entailed. These women maneuvered their men away from her as she searched the room for the blonde boy. After several minutes she located him in a far corner with a tall redheaded girl by his side. Leslie smirked and started towards them. A strong hand gripped her arm just as she started forward.

"His name is Christian Church" He's a senior. Pre-med. Old family money. The girl is his fiancee. Please don't cause a scene."

Leslie paused for a moment as the chapter president whispered the information in her ear. She shot him a glare which would have turned many ordinary men to stone.

"OK. Just please not too much of a scene…"

Leslie smiled at the president. She stood on her tiptoes and lightly kissed his cheek. Her eyes started to moisten slightly as she thought of what words to say…

"Thank you, Matthew dear. You saw what happened today. You know me. I am not letting him get away. He is going to be mine. I formally tender my resignation as Chapter Sweetheart. If you need me out of the loft just say so."

"We can work out the details later. Go to him. Good luck sweetheart!"

Leslie turned towards her objective and never looked back…

Sounds of movement from the next booth brought Leslie back to the present day. She slid quietly off her chair bent over with her face close to the camera. Resetting the time counter she spoke softly into the microphones.

"Hello, lover. Happy ‘Bang-a-versary'. Did you ever think that we would make it 20 years together? Well, tonight I'm going to give you what you've talked about for years. As you can see I have recreated my costume as best I can. Tonight you'll get to watch Jezebel in action once again!"

Blowing a kiss at the camera, Leslie stepped up to the hole and bent her face towards her destiny.

Doctor Christian Church drove home as quickly as he could. It was Valentine's Day, a most special day for him and his wife of almost 20 years. Tonight was the anniversary of their first time having sex, what they called their ‘Bang-a-versary'. Every year they scattered their brood to relatives and friends so they could have the evening to themselves. It wasn't always easy to make it happen when your 7 kids are only separated by less than 5 years. 1 boy, then a set of identical twin girls, then a second boy, followed by a set of fraternal twin girls, and then finally a third boy. Each birth just 11 months apart from the next. You would have thought that an OBGYN could have taken better precautions, but his loving and very horny wife had always wanted a houseful of kids and she had gotten it!

As he arrived at home Christian literally ran into the house and up the stairs towards their bedroom. His cock already firming in his pants in anticipation of the wild sex that ‘Bang-a-versary' always brought them.

Arriving at the bedroom door he found the room illuminated with red tea candles. His beautiful wife nowhere to be seen.

"Les? You in here baby?"

"Yes, lover. I'm in the bathroom. Strip and sit at the foot of the bed. I made you a drink. Sip on it and I'll be there directly…"

Christian practically tore his clothing off. Leslie had made him go without sex for a week. It was all part of her surprise she told him. He was hard as steel and dripping for her. He sat as instructed and sipped the fine single malt she had prepared for him. As he waited he noticed the TV was on and their camcorder was plugged into it. As he glanced around he saw the remote on the floor by the bed.

"We watching something on the tele tonight baby?"

"DO NOT TOUCH THE REMOTE!"

Christian turned onwards the bathroom. He hadn't heard Leslie yell in anger like that in years. He opted for compliance.

Five minutes became ten. Ten became twenty. Christian had finished his drink and was about to start masturbating. His cock was even harder than before. He realized that his darling wife must have ground up some Viagra into the drink!

"Baby, did you spike my drink?"

"Did you finish it?"

"Yes dear, several minutes ago."

The bathroom door swung open revealing Leslie in her Jezebel attire. She floated across the room to her husband and kissed him ferociously. As their tongues played together he noticed a strange flavour on her lips and in her mouth. Leslie broke the kiss and swung her body behind her husband and started slowly jerking his cock…

"Here are the rules. You will do as Jezebel says when Jezebel says to do it. Do you understand? Otherwise, you will shut up and enjoy yourself. Do you understand?"

All Christian could do was nod as his wife expertly edged him toward a climax with her talented hands. She reached down and picked up the remote and pointed at the TV. Taking a deep breath she hit the play button.

The video began with ‘Jezebel' bent down close to the camera. She smiled at the lens, her eyes fun of love and excitement.

"Hello, lover. Happy ‘Bang-a-versary'. Did you ever think that we would make it 20 years together? Well, tonight I'm going to give you what you've talked about for years. As you can see I have recreated my costume as best I can. Tonight you'll get to watch Jezebel in action once again!"

She turned and bent at the waist and looked through the hole in the wall.

What Christian could not see was the man in the booth next door. A bit older than the couple but sporting a decent sized election as he stroked it to the video playing. ‘Jezebel' turned and smiled at the camera and turned back to the hole.

"Would you rather me do that for you?"

The man next door turned to face the hole in fright. His eyes wide as the woman's voice had interrupted his revels. Pausing briefly he moved closer to his side of the hole.

"What's this going to cost me?"

"Oh baby nothing like that, I'm just a horny gal who wants to feel your cock. Push it through and let me play with you…"

‘Jezebel' was half facing the hole so the camera could record everything. In only moments the man pushed his half hard dick through the hole and into camera range.

"Oh my god baby…"

Christian started to thrust his hips upwards to give himself a climax with his wife's experienced hands. She clinched the base of his cock and balls very tightly, making him groan in pain.

"You will not cum till Jezebel allows it! Now watch!"

Back in the glory hole room ‘Jezebel' knelt down before the man's cock. Stroking it slowly as it jumped back to a full hard-on. She licked her hands and added her spit to the dribble of precum already seeping for the tip. After about 20 strokes the man poured on the wall announcing his impending orgasm.

"NO, NOT YET!"

Moving swiftly ‘Jezebel' tried to get her mouth around the cock before it exploded. She did not.

The man's cock began to spurt a large load all over ‘Jezebel's' hands, most of it running off onto her legs and the floor. She managed to get the head in her mouth just long enough to catch the last of the man's ejaculate as he dribbled to a close. He quickly lost his firmness after his powerful cum. Pulling backward through the hole a soft "thank you" was heard and then he was gone.

Laughing at the man's inadequacy, ‘Jezebel' turned to the camera and spoke.

"Well that really sucked, and not in a good way!"

She stood up and walked closer to the camera. Slowly pushing her hands close to the lens and showing off the semen that covered them. She then bent very close to the recorder and slowly licked the man's cum from her fingers, taking great care to clean her wedding rings, being sure to taste every drop.

"Not as good as your's lover, but then again I am SO out of practice with the flavour of other men…"

Feeling something on her leg, ‘Jezebel' looked down to the larger dollop of cum moving down her thigh. Smiling at the camera she moved back towards her chair.

"Maybe I can make the best of this after all lover…"

Sitting in the chair she gently raised her arse off of it and slid the scarlet thong over her hips and off her legs. She was extra careful not to disturb the semen on her thigh. Throwing the thong towards her gym bag she lifted the man's cum onto her middle two fingers of her left hand.

"It looks like he left me something, good lover! I need you to watch this very closely…"

"Jezebel' reached up and started masturbating with her right hand. Her index finger lightly strumming her clit. Her breathing becoming rapid and shallow.

"I'm about to cum lover. A strange man's semen on my fingers. Whatever shall I do with it?"

‘Jezebel' tickled her clit faster as her orgasm built. Her breaths now became a panting sound her husband knew too well. The sound of a huge mind-bending climax that would leave her weak and only semi-conscious.

Just before the orgasm racked her body ‘Jezebel' looked directly into the camera…

"I stopped my birth control on New Year's Day. I am ovulating right now!"

With a mild scream ‘Jezebel shoved the semen coated fingers into the depths of her cunt. Her explosive climax almost taking her off the chair and into the floor!

Christian's eyes shot wide as his wife's revelation struck home. Again she had to squeeze him to the point of  pain to  his orgasm back down.

"Did you really baby?"

"Keep watching…"

Tenderly she kissed the side of his face and turned his head back towards the TV.

As her breathing returned to normal ‘Jezebel' pulled the 2 fingers from inside her. Examining them he found no sign of the man's semen still attached. Holding the fingers towards the camera she smiled naughtily.

"All gone inside me, lover. What if I get pregnant? What would you do if you had to raise another man's child?"

The small on her face turned into something more. Something darker, almost something evil. She then began licking the moisture from her fingers never breaking eye contact with the camera.

"Uh, hello?"

‘Jezebel' turned suddenly towards the hole in the wall. A man's voice yanking her from her seduction of her husband.

"I'm sorry ma'am. I didn't mean to startle you. You were so beautiful cumming just now. I was wondering if you might please give me what you did to the other guy?"

‘Jezebel' wondered at the polite manners of the youth. Asking nicely for something anyone one else might have demanded.

"I think we might be able to arrange something precious. Step back from the wall so I can see you."

"Jezebel' moved towards the glory hole and looked through to the other booth. The image was a shock to her. The tall handsome youth was wearing a tee shirt indicating he was a pledge of Sigma! The amazement at the turn of events burned into her brain. She had to tell her husband about it and right now!

"Wait right there for a moment precious, I need to talk with someone…"

‘Jezebel' moved towards the camera and whispered into the lens…

"Lover, we both know the fantasy you have harbored for the last 20 years. That the night of your initiation that I was unprotected, taking all that cum from all those men while I was fertile and seeing who would win the sperm roulette. I know you've said you would have married me whichever way it went, but now we have a chance to REALLY live out your fantasy. I really am off my birth control. I really am ovulating right now. I can take a Sigma pledge through the ritual and bring you home a freshly fucked and impregnated Jezebel for your own pleasure! I love you so much Christian, this is the only fantasy that has ever stuck with you over the years. I do so hope I'm not wrong about your desires…"

Turning from the camera ‘Jezebel' moved back to the hole.

"All right Whelpling, drop your pants!"

The youth's expression changed as the woman in red used the Sigma term of degradation for their pledges. With practiced obedience, he complied.

"You don't have a Chapter Sweetheart or House Mother do take you through the ritual anymore?"

"No ma'am, we can't recruit them anymore. Against National rules now. When the guy was talking about you in the shop I couldn't believe him at first, we haven't had a Jezebel Ritual in almost 10 years on campus!"

"Today is your lucky day Whelpling, you get the whole package!"

The youth was now naked from the waist down and sporting a decent sized erection. "Jezebel' turned to face the camera again, she smiled for a moment into the lens and bent over and grabbed her ankles with her wet cunt up near the hole.

"Pledge of Sigma. You have endured many trials and challenges. You have so far passed them all. You stand now on the brink of brotherhood. Look before you. Behold Jezebel, the Whore of Babylon dressed in the scarlet trappings of her trade. Look at her gaping cunt, slick with the spend of every brother that has cum before you. Bring yourself to erection and fuck the whore Jezebel. Add your essence to that of the brotherhood and walk away as a true Man of Sigma!"

The youth pressed his cock through the hole and into the married cunt of the Whore Jezebel. He started thrusting rapidly and deeply, just like Leslie liked it. She looked up at the camera with tears in her eyes.

"Oh god Christian, I hope I am doing the right thing. I love you so much…"

Suddenly a massive orgasm was upon her. She clinched at the firmness moving inside her. As her climax swept her away she took the youth with her, his cock spewing great gobs of sperm directly into her unprotected and all too fertile womb. They both cried out at the fierceness of their cums, both thrusting back and forth at each other trying to prolong the pleasure and the ecstasy of the shared moment of ritual.

All too soon the youth's deflating cock slipped out of her. Moving quickly she cupped her hands under her dripping pussy and walked bootlegged towards the camera. Getting her crotch as close to the camera lens as she could she moved her hands away and let the youth's thick fertile semen flow out of her moist cunt, running down her legs and towards the grimy floor.

"There you are, my love. Your Jezebel soiled with the cum of 2 different men. You better get busy if you want any chance of fathering this child…"

Christian pulled his wife's hands away roughly and spun around with a speed and passion that had been sorely lacking in their lives. He was practically drooling as he looked down on her stained stocking and soaked thong. Tearing the flimsy satin covering from her crotch he took both her legs in his hands and pulled her arse to the edge of the bed. Growling at her like an animal, he pushed his cock into her slimy depths and started fucking her harder and faster than ever before!

Leslie was shocked by her husband's response. She thought he would be turned on but she did not expect this reaction. Surrendering to his thrusts she felt herself build to another huge cum. The rubbing of Christian's upward curved tip had always bought out the best orgasms for her.

With years of pent-up fantasizing Christian drove himself into his wife, eager to claim the egg or eggs waiting inside her and mark his woman with his seed. It did not take him long to cum and cum hard! He shot large gobs of spunk into Leslie's womb. Without ever withdrawing he continued to pound his wife. Again and again and again he fired his semen inside her to quench the fire in his loins. Finally, after several hours of nonstop battering, he dropped her legs and fell face first onto the bed linens next to her. Weakly Leslie rolled over and threw her leg over Christian's and they passed out in exhaustion.

The next morning was cold and clear. The morning sun was just starting to shine through the bedroom window when Christian opened his tired eyes. He felt the empty bed next to him and got up to look for his wife. Walking naked through their house he found her in the living room in front of the fireplace. She had built a roaring fire and was stoking it to even greater flames. He slipped into the room quietly to see what she was up to.

Leslie stared into the flames. Flames of hell, flames of passion, her mind swirled with the symbolism. Lost in her thoughts, she never sensed her husband behind her. She reached down and picked up her Jezebel costume, intending to throw it on the fire. A final ritualistic act to rid herself of her whore persona forever. She would become Christian's dutiful wife and mother to his children yet again. Her vows of monogamy restored and yesterdays' adventures just a dream. Taking a deep breath she moved the clothing towards the flames.

"NO!"

Leslie spun about when she heard Christian's booming voice behind her. She clutched the costume to her breast to cover herself, somehow ashamed at being caught before she could destroy the evidence of her behavior of the day before.

"Please lover, let me rid myself of these trappings. I need to put this behind me so I can go back to the way things were before yesterday…"

As she began to weep her husband rushed to her and wrapped his large strong arms around her. He held her tightly as she sobbed uncontrollably.

Later that morning they sat at the breakfast table having coffee and toast. The costume lay on the table between them. Again the symbolism was lost on neither of them.

"Last night was important Les. I know it was the fulfillment of a long-held fantasy of mine. I know you took a huge risk in the process. I know you are feeling shame this morning at what you did for your love of me. Destroying this will mean nothing. It will not erase what happened, nor do I want to forget last night. You gave me something incredible. Something I will treasure forever. If there is a child as a result of last night then…"

"Then what? Then you'll leave me? Then you'll divorce me out? Then you'll abandon me?!"

Leslie fled the room tears once again. She ran up to their bedroom and then to the master bath beyond. Locking the door behind her she fell to the floor and wept uncontrollably.

Christian followed behind his wife to their bedroom. Upon reaching the locked door he tried the knob and then tapped lightly on it.

"Baby. No matter what. I will never leave you."

He could hear her crying through the door. He knew there was no reasoning with her right now. He knew he would have to wait for her to calm down and reach out to him. Christian walked over to the bed and picked up the remote control and hit pushed the play button…

The video picked up right after his wife's statement to him. She stood staring off into space and still breathing deeply.

"Ma'am…"

Leslie had forgotten about the youth beyond the wall. She crossed back to the hole.

"What is your name Brother of Sigma?"

"Aaron Phelps ma'am."

"Well, Aaron here is what you are going to do. Put on your pants. Take off your shirt and turn it inside out. Go straight to the house and inform your Pledge Master that you have completed the Jezebel Ritual. If he asks you any questions just tell him a former Sweetheart ‘took you through the paces'. That's important, just those words do you understand Brother?"

"Yes, ma'am… and thank you."

"No brother, thank you!"

The sounds of the youth exiting his booth could be heard in the background. Leslie pulled off the wig and mask. Picking up her discarded thong she slipped it into place as the youth's sperm continued to leak from her. She took her blouse and skirt from the bag and slid them back on. She picked up the camera and switched it off.

Christian stared at the static on the TV monitor for several minutes while trying to decide if he wanted to watch the video again. He chose not to and ejected the tape from the camera. Taking it and the costume he went outside and put them in his tool chest and padlocked it closed. Returning to the house he made some sandwiches and poured the remaining coffee in a thermos. He took the refreshments to the bedroom to await his wife.

Leslie had no idea how long she lay on the bathroom floor. She heard her husband try to get her to come out earlier but now all she heard was silence for the room beyond her door. Standing on wobbly legs she unlocked the door and went into the bedroom.

Sitting on the bed was Christian. He ran to her and hugged her strongly, lifting her off the floor and into his arms.

"Never will I leave you. No matter what!"

Kissing her deeply he pulled her robe from her shoulders and lay her gently on the bed. Dropping his own robe to the floor he crawled on top of his wife and kissed her oh so softly.

"Thank you, baby. No gift was ever more unlooked for but also never so greatly appreciated. Now let me love you, please. Gently and tenderly…"

With soft kisses and gentle nudges, Christian slowly slid his member into the folds of his wife's vagina. With long smooth strokes, he tenderly made love to her as they found healing in the sensual act. In short order, they both gave in to powerful emotional climaxes and nestled together in sleep.

After waking Christian shared the coffee and sandwiches with his wife. As they ate and sipped their drinks the worry and fear seemed to have left Leslie. She was more like her normal self finally.

"Baby, I don't want to spoil your mood but there are a few things we need to discuss. First of all your costume and the tape of yesterday are gone. You will never see them or hear them mentioned ever again. Secondly, I know that I drowned your uterus in semen last night and again today, but there is a chance that you might have conceived before that. I know that you really want us to have another child, but if you feel the need to…"

Dr. Church held out a small plastic vile holding a single Plan B contraceptive.

"I'm not asking you to take it. Hell, I don't even WANT you to take it. However, if you feel the need to take it I understand…"

Leslie stared at the vile unsure how to proceed. On the one hand, she was terrified that she might have a souvenir from her trip to the glory hole, but at the same time, she just couldn't abort her husband's baby.

"No lover. I won't be needing that. We will handle whatever or whoever comes along, right daddy?"

"Exactly mommy!"

Christian tossed the vile toward the trash can and leaned in to kiss his wife. Just as their lips touched sounds of frantic chaos emanated from downstairs.

"Fuck, the kids are home…"

Activities continued as normal at the Church family home as February gave way to March. On St. Patrick's Day with her flow 2 weeks overdue, Leslie took a pregnancy test. A test she passed with flying colours.

After a private celebration that night with her husband, Leslie called the family together for breakfast the next day.

"Ok brood, your father and I have some important news for you all…"

Leslie was beaming with happiness as she looked into the eyes of her children. There was Matthew the oldest boy, named for the Chapter President that facilitated their relationship. Next were Christine Katherine and Katherine Christine their mirror image identical twins. Then second son John, fraternal twin daughters Kim and Karol, and finally the third son George.

Leslie started to tear up with her happiness. Christian spoke up to complete the telling.

"Kids, what your overly emotional mother is trying to tell you is, we're going to have another baby!"

The family erupted in joy. There were hugs and kiss and congratulations all around.

"Now this is going to cause a few problems in the short term. Matt, I'm going to arrange for you to get an apartment near campus so we can open up a bedroom to be the nursery. I also realize the C.K. and K.C. are both slated to move out of state in the fall for school which will free up some more space. We are however going to start work on an addition to the house so everyone will have their own room again for when you come home to visit!"

Almost everyone was ecstatic in their response to the news of the new additions to the brood except for C.K. the oldest of the identical twins. Her smiles were and something in her eyes even hinted at jealousy.

3 weeks later the family got an even bigger shock when the initial ultrasound revealed that Leslie was having 3 babies! Strangely enough, it was a set of twins along with a single. After getting in the car to head home after the doctor's visit Leslie was troubled.

"Lover, what are the chances of this litter having 2 different fathers?"