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		Principles

by the_story_writer

	My Josh is a man of strong principles.  That's what first
attracted me to him.  Well, OK that and his six-five frame, broad
muscled shoulders, tight butt, gray-blue eyes and a respectable bulge
between his legs.  He was just the yummiest strong-principled man I
had ever seen.

	I met Josh at an ecological protest rally.  I had ducked out
from work at the diner where I waitressed to go down to the Washington
Monument that afternoon.  Seeing those poor little baby seals on
television being killed right in front of their mothers broke my
heart.  I mean, how could anybody be so CRUEL?  Josh was opposed to
the seal slaughter, too, but he was at the protest for lots of other
reasons having to do with the corrupt capitalist system, the rapacious
(what words he knew!) corporate establishment, etc.

	I just nodded and gazed into his eyes in the little coffee
shop after the rally as he talked passionately to me about pollution,
resource degradation (another one!) and why married couples should not
have children.  Huh?  He explained that a baby born in a rich country
would use up an immense quantity of resources in a lifetime.  That's
why we had to stop the world's population explosion.

	Ah, population explosion!  Now there was a subject that
engaged my attention.  I had always known I wanted a big family.  One
look at Josh and I knew I'd never find a better set of genes.  I began
planning for Josh to help me start a little population explosion of my
own.

	Besides being yummy, as I have said, Josh also turned out to
be brilliant (I'll bet you could already tell.) and, when I got him a
little drunk, quite funny.  Best of all --JACKPOT!-- Josh was a
totally normal healthy male that I could turn on like pushing a
button.  It's no credit to me; any girl with 40D's and a 25 inch waist
could have done the same, but I got him first.

	Josh was a little apprehensive on our second date when I coyly
suggested he could come up to my apartment for a little while.  He
might not have done it except during the movie when I picked up his
hand and put it inside my blouse he felt a nice hard set of tits and
no brassiere.  Playing with my nipples had him almost as horny as it
had me.

	It probably wasn't necessary, but I didn't take any chances.
Just before coming back from the kitchen with a cold beer for Josh, I
ran my hand into my (surprise!) dripping pussy and painted the glass
rim with my secretions.  Nothing like the smell of a horny pussy to
get a guy's engine in gear.  I had prepared for this evening by
wearing a short but not too tight skirt, a frilly blouse with no bra
and no panties.  Of course I didn't expect a really nice boy like Josh
would have his hands up my legs in the movie, but I didn't intend for
him to be really nice very much longer.

	You don't need a blow by blow, do you?.  He drank and sniffed.
I snuggled.  He felt -- really well.  My blouse came off and my
titties got kissed.  His pants came down and his prick was fondled.
He diddled.  I came.  I spent the night fucking his brains out.  When
he got hard again after coming in me a third time, I knew this was the
man for me.

	He was happy but embarrassed the next morning to realize what
he'd "made me" do.  (To this day the lovable hunk thinks he seduced
*me*!)  I was "in love;" I really was.  It took me about another month
of fucking Josh's eyeballs out, oops, of "letting him go all the way
with me" for him to realize he was in love with me, too.

	The positive pregnancy test helped a lot.

	Josh was upset.  Not that he didn't want to marry me by then
or that he didn't think he could support me.  (He always knew I wasn't
the career-girl type).  No, he was upset because in principle he was
against couples having children.  For nine months I heard anguished
laments about CO2 buildup and specie extinction and resource
depletion, (I was learning the lingo), but there was never any thought
of abortion.  We agreed on that 100%.

	I was about seven months pregnant before we could get the
wedding organized.  All of the groomsmen were Josh's friends, nice
serious young men like him, so there was none of the ribaldry you
might expect at wedding where the bride's belly arrived at the alter
before she did.  Of course all the bridesmaids were *my* friends and
so several groomsmen lost their virginity after (one during) the
wedding reception.  Josh and I started getting invitations to weddings
and baby showers in the following months.

	Not surprisingly, Josh fell in love with Courtney the minute
he picked her up out of my arms and for a while the environment didn't
come up in our conversations very often.  Josh was so sweet about
washing Courtney's diapers since he insisted on cloth, not disposable.
Soon, however Josh found his principles challenged when his wife was
no longer too sore to start demanding nightly reamings again.  I told
him not to worry, I was breast feeding Courtney, but Josh didn't trust
Mother Nature to keep me from getting pregnant again.  He thought I
should go on the pill.

	I promised him I would go see my gynecologist, but dallied
long enough that when I finally did, she just sent me straight home
saying, "Next time come see me *before* you start screwing him again."

	This time Josh was *really* upset.  Not only had he violated
his principles again, but with a second child we would have to move to
a bigger apartment --more green space consumed in urban sprawl, more
hot water consumed, more heating and cooling.  My second pregnancy was
an ecological disaster!

	You can bet that Josh was more careful after Rachel was born.
This time he refused to put it in me until I was safely on the pill.
I put it off a long as I could hoping he would get tired of eating me
and getting blow jobs (fat chance!), but eventually I went back to see
Dr. Black --Janet.  (I knew I would become best friends with this
woman.)  She duly prescribed the pills, but, after I made her
understand exactly what I wanted, she grinned and explained *all* the
possible side effects.

	Would you believe it?  I suffered from almost every one.
Sweetie that he is, Josh suffered along with me from the cramps, the
headaches, the hot flashes and the nausea until he agreed that I just
couldn't keep taking the pill.  (I had never started.)  With some
fanfare I flushed the offending chemicals down the toilet.  Josh was
very sympathetic and said by the time I was fertile again, we would
think of something.  As he held me and comforted me, I felt the most
delicious erection, so I knew what he was thinking of.  I needed a lot
of comforting that night, about four times, I recall.  I felt much
better the next day.

	I reckon Steve must have been conceived during that night of
comforting.  I was shocked, *shocked,* to discover that a woman's
fertility returns so quickly after going off the pill.  Josh was
incredulous, but Janet explained everything to him.

	When I came home from the hospital this time, Josh was adamant
about protection and sent me to get a diaphragm.  It was a couple of
weeks of no-penetration sex (bo-ring!) before Janet could fit me with
the rubber baby barrier.  There was a mischievous twinkle in her eye
as she admonished me, "Now don't let your lovemaking get *too*
vigorous.  These things can become dislodged and then, instead of
keeping the sperm out, they keep it in."

	Good advice, but impossible to follow.  I had been without
real sex for so long that I just went wild.  When I was on top, I
bounced up and down on Josh's thick prong like a kid on a trampoline.
When he was on top I cried out for him to pound my pussy harder.  He
is a good pounder and he did promise to *obey* at the altar.  Josh had
several mounts of guilt-free sex until the inevitable happened.  I had
Josh going at me really hard one night when I felt the damned thing
slip out of the way.  One of Josh's sperm wasted no time in finding
one of my eager eggs and we were on out way to having Beth.

	By now Josh realized that he could no longer afford to work
for "Save the Planet" and had to get a "real" job.  Fortunately, he
found a pretty well-paying position with the EPA.  (He was such a
brilliant attorney, he had his pick of jobs.)  We bought a three
bedroom house in Oakton, a suburb of Washington, DC.  That really
violated his principles and he hated having to drive to work in an
*automobile* instead of taking public transport.  He cut the grass
with a rechargeable electric rather than a gasoline mower.

	Naturally, Josh no longer trusted diaphragms so he resolved
always to use a condom.  I laid in a large supply that I purchased at
the COSTCO hyper mart.  Believe me, I got an envious look from the
checkout girl when she saw twelve boxes of twenty.  Then her eyes got
big and she silently nodded when she noticed Courtney pushing Beth in
her stroller with Rachel and Stevie tagging along.

	You've heard the expression, "you get what you pay for?"
Well, I had got a great bargain buying the condoms in bulk, but they
were not of the highest quality.  I noticed that after Josh had been
going at me for fifteen or twenty minutes, the condoms got a little
loose around the base of his cock.  Especially when I was on top -- we
both like that position -- and I was holding on to Josh's prick to
keep it properly aimed, it seemed there was a danger my hand could
easily pull it off by accident.  Wouldn't you know, the very next time
I was middle of my cycle that's exactly what happened!  We didn't
discover until the next morning that Josh had been going bareback all
night long.

	Josh is a really smart man (Didn't I already say that?) and he
figured out the problem with the cheep condoms.  Although we had only
been using them about a month, he said just throw away the remaining
hundred or so.  I guess he couldn't figure out how to recycle them.
While my belly was getting big with Roy, Josh had time to find a
little place in Vermont that supplied custom made condoms guaranteed
not to slip off.  I really enjoyed helping Josh get his penis hard to
make the plaster cast that was required for a nice snug fit.

	What a difference quality makes!  When we started fucking
again a few days after I came home with Roy, I could tell there was no
way these hi-tech jobs were coming off.  I showed Josh just how glad I
was that he could fuck me as often as he wanted without worrying about
his principles  There was only one problem.  For some reason these new
condoms seemed to have too much friction.  I decided they required a
little external lubricant.  Of course I used what we have the most of
in our house -- baby oil.

	Now don't laugh.  *You* may think that everybody know what
baby oil does to latex, but Josh didn't.  Besides, I had his cock in
my mouth at the time and I don't think he was paying a lot of
attention to what I was rubbing between my legs.  The next morning we
found the expensive condom in tatters and that's the story of how
little Ruth came into this world.  Josh just shook his head in
consternation as to why these accidents always seem to happen a few
days after I've ovulated.

	Well, now Josh gave up on condoms, too and said we would just
have to use the rhythm method.  He signed us up for a course that
explained how to count the days, take my temperature every morning (I
*loved* the way Josh did that!) and examine my vaginal discharge for
the telltale sighs of ovulation.  We figured out that the best way to
examine me was with Josh's tongue.  I usually came about three times
during each examination!

	The method really worked for several months, although it was
hard on both of us to go for over a week sometimes without the old
fashioned banging we both loved.  Josh was always taking a ribbing at
work for having six kids, so he was determined that we should be out
of the baby business and for a few months we were.

	But nothing in life is without risks.  I read in a health
magazine that Josh subscribes to, that one should always drink water
at bedtime and I really recommend it.  I don't know if it improves
your metabolism, but a full bladder makes early morning sex *sooo*
much better.  It also makes you go the potty early in the morning and
I like to wash, not just wipe after peeing.  I learned the hard way
that this really screws up the examination for ovulation as it both
removes the mucus that Josh was always looking (OK, tasting) for as
well as cools off the vagina and masks the slight rise in temperature
that tips you off that an egg is on the way.  I sometime think
Jennifer with her jet black hair like me and cool blue eyes like Josh
is our most beautiful accident.

	Josh had moved up in the EPA by now -- he was G-thirty
something or other -- so we could afford the bigger house.
Fortunately we found a really big run-down mansion in Arlington that
was actually closer to downtown that the one we were living in.  We
were able to renovate it to accommodate our growing family.  I oversaw
the redesign and had the builders fix up one bedroom for the older
girls -- Courtney and Rachel, one for the older boys -- Steve and Roy,
one for younger girls -- Beth and Ruthie, and a baby room next to Josh
and my master bedroom.  Well, I told Josh it was a 'sewing' room but
we kept Jenny there while I was nursing her.

	Our wedding anniversary is always like a national holiday at
our house.  Josh had just gotten another  promotion at EPA and I
decided to make our eighth something special.  For some reason we
couldn't celebrate it on the exact date, but I selected an alternate
day and pulled out all the stops.  I had arranged for my best friend
Marge to take all the kids except baby Jennifer for the night.  I told
Josh to expect something special for just us two.

	Josh's eyes almost popped when he arrive that night and saw me
in high heels, a daring red miniskirt, and see through pink blouse.
OK, I admit my hips and bust are both larger than when we were first
married, but after Jenny was born I worked really hard to get my waist
back down to almost the same.  The bulge in Josh's pants told me he
liked the results.

	The table was set with the good silver, two candles
illuminated the dining room, and I had put on a CD of our favorite
love songs.  We sipped wine and held hands across the table.  I told
Josh I loved him more that ever and that I thought he was the smartest
and handsomest man in the world and the best lover I could ever dream
of.  Josh told me he was still crazy about me, that I was the
prettiest, sexiest woman he had ever met, and that he'd marry me again
in a heartbeat.

	We didn't eat a bite of the dinner I had prepared; we just
fell into each other's arms, sobbing our love for one another.  My
skirt never left the living room and my makeup was ruined even before
we got to the top of the stairs.  We were both tremendously aroused
and almost tore off each other's clothes.  Never had we made love with
such passion.  Josh must have fucked me three times before we fell
asleep clinging together like two love-sick pythons.  My wonderful
husband screwed me twice more the next morning before we reluctantly
got out of bed and went downstairs to have last night's dinner for
breakfast.  We were able to get in one last quickie on the living room
couch before just Marge brought the kids back around noon.  (Close
call!)  Darling Jennifer, as usual, cooperated by sleeping through the
night.

	Days later we were still basking in the glow of that wonderful
night.  Josh called me from the office several times a day to tell me
he loved me and I sent *him* flowers.  His friends at work teased him,
but we both knew they were just jealous that after eight years and
seven children, Josh and I were still in love like newlyweds.  I don't
think either of us gave a moment's thought to the fact that our
anniversary celebration coincided with my fertile period.  Jeff was
the result.

	Although my periods are as regular as clockwork and as
difficult as it was for both of us, Josh decided we had to  expand the
"safe," no-sex period around my ovulation date to make sure there
wouldn't be any more slip ups after Jeff.  And when Josh makes up his
mind, nothing gets in his way.  Several times during the "dangerous
days" I got so horny I would come on to him.  He was steadfast,
however, and gently put me off, usually by eating me to a couple of
nice orgasms that left me content just to be cuddled by my strong
minded, principled husband.

	You would think that we had all the bases covered.  Well, not
quite.  It was one of the *worst* nights almost exactly two weeks
since my period when I am always really hot.  I had almost raped Josh
in bed, but he pacified me by sucking my tits really nicely and giving
me a good finger fuck that sent me off to dreamland.  I must have been
really horny still, because I had the most erotic dream.  In it I sat
up and looked down at Josh who was asleep beside me.  He was on his
back breathing gently and the outline of his penis was evident through
his pajama.

	Stealthily, I reached into his fly and retrieved the organ I
love so much.  Gently, so as not to awaken him, I took his cock into
my mouth and began to suck him.  Even asleep, his cock responded to my
warm wet mouth and was soon hard and erect.  The sight, or rather the
feel, made my pussy wet.  I was in a crazy rut.  Without thought, I
straddled Josh and lowered my pussy over his rampant prick.  Just
having it in me almost made me come, but I started slowly sliding my
cunt up and down Josh's fabulous love pole.

	I guess by this time we were both half aware that this was no
dream.  We were really doing it!  But the delightful sensation of Josh
up in me was too good to interrupt.  I guess he felt the same way,
because he grabbed my ass and start to jamb me down forcefully against
his groin even  as he bucked his prick up into me.  I came first, but
only moments later I felt what seemed like gallons of Josh's come
blast into my hungry vagina.  I awoke some time later still on top
held in a warm embrace by my sleeping husband, his cock soft, but
still nestled inside me.  Oh, I love that man!

	I guess it's a good thing Josh and I are trying our best *not*
to have any more children since we seem to have so many without
trying.  Little William was the result of our sleepy adventure.  We
had another nine months to figure what to do next.  With me staying
pregnant most of the time, Josh and I probably have sex a lot more
often than most couples our age.  Once Josh has knocked me up, he
feels free to fuck me like a bunny rabbit, well, at least a couple of
times a night.  I can hardly believe that some women say they don't
want it more than once a week or even less.  I guess they are just not
as crazy in love with their husbands as I am with Josh, or am I
oversexed?

	Well, after Billy was born, Josh decided he would have to
sleep on the sofa on our *verboten* nights.  This, plus strict
avoidance of sex during the two weeks on either side of my ovulation
seemed to do the trick.  Almost a year went by without me getting
pregnant, a record for us. Of course I do get really horny during
those two weeks, too horny it turns out.

	During one such 'dry spell' Josh had to leave town because of
a major oil spill off the coast of Oregon.  As fate would have it,
Josh's little brother Richard was on school break at the time and had
come to Washington to see the monuments and other sights.  I never get
tired of showing visitors around our beautiful city.

	For three days I took him to Arlington Cemetery, the Air and
Space Museum, Mount Vernon, the National Gallery at a dizzying pace.
The fourth day Richard said let's take a break, he had some letters to
write (probably to his girlfriends, plural; he's really a little
hunk.)

	I kept peeking in at him in those sexy cut-offs, not able to
get over the resemblance to Josh.  Not entirely innocently I put on a
pair of tight shorts that would make him look, too.  During the
afternoon he told me how grateful he was for the wonderful tour and
that he wanted to show his appreciation.  He had arranged to meet some
of his buddies at a Georgetown club and asked me to go with him.
"Don't be ridiculous," I told him.  "I'd be out of place with your
young friends and coeds ten years younger than I."

	"You are the one who is being ridiculous, Sis.  (Yeah, he
calls me 'Sis.')  There won't be a guy there with a sexier date, I
guarantee you."  I guess I am sucker for flattery, but it was exciting
to hear that kind of compliment from a good looking college kid, so I
agreed.

	I tried to dress for the young crowd in a fairly short skirt
and blouse that brought an appreciative wolf whistle from Richard.  I
drove my car (a red two-door Saturn; the 'family' car is a Cherokee.)
to the club.  Richard, the scamp, had the nerve to look over at me and
then give the valet an exaggerate wink as we got out of the car.  I
was both flattered and embarrassed, but we had a good laugh at what
the valet might be thinking.

	The club was dark and noisy, but we immediately found
Richard's friends and soon we were having a great time.  Furtively, I
checked out the girls in the group and decided Richard was right; I
*was* the cutest one.  They were younger and very pretty, but they
really didn't know yet how to dress to catch a man's eye.  Most had on
baggy jeans or non-descript skirts with flats.  None had on much
make-up.  I was "dolled up" in my four inch heels, large earrings and
bangles and I had on enough eye shadow and lipstick to define my
features in the dim light.  Turned out I was the most popular "girl"
there.  All Richard's friends wanted to dance with me and the night
flew by as I drank and danced and laughed.  Some of the boys became
quite bold in the way they held me close during fox trots and waltzes,
and by the end of the night I was euphoric... and turned on.  If Josh
had been around, I would have raped him, I ready would.

	I noticed that Richard actually danced with me less than his
friends.  Unlike his silly sister-in-law, he had been careful not to
drink too much, so he drove us home.  I asked him why he had hung
back.  "Not shy are you?"

	"Not at all, Sis." and to prove it, he reached over and drew
me close.  Wow!  This was one hard-bodied young man; my heartbeat
accelerated  "I wanted you to see how the other guys reacted to
convince you how special you are.  Just showing up with you earned me
dozens of 'stud points,'" he laughed.  "I was the envy of the other
guys and the girls *hated* you," he grinned.

	"Glad to have helped raise your social standing" I replied.
By then we were home.  Richard remained in character as my date,
coming around to open the door for me, taking my hand and walking me
to the door with his arm around me.  Once inside I told him good night
and thanked him again for a wonderful evening.

	"No good night kiss?" he asked.

	I couldn't tell if he was still teasing or not, but I stepped
over to kiss him on the cheek, but stumbled slightly and seemed to
loose my balance momentarily.  Even quicker Richard's arms were around
me and he was giving him more than a peck.  Almost without realizing
it, my mouth was open and our tongues were coiling around each other.
He was so strong that with one hand he held me tight against him while
his other began kneading my ass.

	I voiced a kind of protest but his mouth covered mine and his
hand was now under my dress and massaging my backside, coming closer
and closer to my pussy.  I was acutely aware that I was aroused and
didn't want him to find out by feeling my wetness.  It was hopeless.
His hands were everywhere they shouldn't be and every where I wanted
them.  He was like Josh in knowing how to turn a woman on, but faster.
Soon I was on the couch with him, sans brassiere, and he was kissing
my breasts and fingering my sex.

	"Oh Richard, stop.  I'm so hot.  You're driving me crazy."

	"Crazy enough to fuck?" he asked directly and resumed his
attack on my breasts and pussy.

	"Oh.. .  OH!. . . Yes, yes.  I need it" I heard myself say.

	It wasn't rape.  I had been good and properly seduced and
moments later I was rewarded with the unmistakable sensation of a long
hard cock sliding into my cunt.  I was so wet and it went in so
easily, I couldn't say if it was bigger or smaller than Josh's, but at
that moment it was the most wonderful thing I had ever felt.

	Although he had taken me from a proper wife saying thanks for
a nice evening to a rutting female in less than two minutes, once
Richard was in me he made love to me with incredible gentleness.  His
long slow strokes had me quivering on the edge of orgasm for an
eternity before he nudged me over.  But even when I had orgasmed once
he continued to fuck me.  I was delirious; he was so good.  I have no
idea how long he had me there on the couch or how many times he made
me come before he finally released himself into me.

	"Richard!  Oh, Richard, lover" I sobbed and clasped him to me.
He held me and told me I was the sexiest, most incredible woman he had
ever known as he covered my neck with soft kisses.  We had finished
making love and now we were ready to fuck.  I let him take me to Josh
and my bedroom and he had me bellowing again and again far into the
night.

	The next morning I woke up alone.  Richard was dressed.  He
said he had decided to go back to school early.  I didn't need to ask
why.  As he left, he kissed me once more and whispered, "I'm not
sorry."

	"Neither am I," I replied.  There was a tear in my eye as I
watched him get in the taxi to leave.

	I wasn't sorry then, but I was later when I realized that I
had let Richard make love to me in the middle of my period.  I was
already past due when Josh returned.  You'd better believe I fucked
him silly those first few days and tried to muddy the waters about
just when my period was due.  A month later we knew we were having yet
another addition to the family.

	Victoria was something of a triumph for me.  I've always been
partial to the number ten.(My maiden name is Dewey; I wonder if that
has anything to do with it?)  On the other hand, it was a real blow to
Josh and his principles.  People snickered about the well known
ecologist who had ten children, none past elementary school.  He never
suspected, of course Richard had cuckolded him,  and Vicki looks a lot
like both of us, but he couldn't figure how I could have gotten
pregnant given my heretofore faultless cycle.  It looked like it was
celibacy or surrender.

	Although our house was huge, there was no way to squeeze still
another kid it.  We talked of custom building on a lot out in Fauquier
County, but Josh hated the thought of the long commute and his
contribution to ozone layer depletion and air quality degradation.

	A few days later Josh came home to say he was taking a job as
VP for International Environmental Operations with a large petroleum
exploration company.  His job was to keep an eye on the opening up of
a giant oil field in the jungles of South America.

	Three months later we were happily installed in a huge house
in the Mil Flores section of the capital.  (These people knew how to
build for large families)  The older kids were delighted with the
American School and I had Maria and Consuelo to help me with the
house, Rosita to help look after the babies, and Don Roberto, whom we
lured away from the French Embassy, to cook for us.

	Josh turned out to be perfect for the job.  The project
manager, Bull Parker, was used to getting his way, blowing away
environmental types.  He had never run into anyone like my Josh.  I
overheard some of their furious arguments.  Josh stood his ground and
pushed right back.  He made Bull redesign the access roads, narrowing
them by half and installing drains and culverts so they did not cause
erosion.  If that couldn't be done, Josh made them take in all the
equipment by helicopter.  Bull Parker fumed that is added hundreds of
thousands of dollars per well drilled, but Josh basically outranked
him in the company and Bull could do nothing.  I was so proud of my
husband and his unbending principles!

	In some other ways, however, I think Josh's principles *are*
becoming a little more flexible.  For one thing, he never asks about
my periods anymore.  He just fucks me stupid every morning and night
-- mid-day, too, if he can manage to come home for lunch.  For
another, I have noticed that whenever Josh is around, Maria, Consuelo,
Rosita, and even Lupe, Don Roberto's oldest daughter, get all doe-eyed
as they steal glances at my Josh's rugged figure, handsome, craggy
face, and salt-and-pepper hair.  And I think I can tell that each girl
has a suspicious little bulge in her tummy.

	Just like mine.

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