It was the kind of old store with rocking chairs on a big wooden porch and old metal signs hammered all over the weathered boards. The creaky old floors reminded me of my childhood days at the old store in my Mom's little hometown.I felt very warm and secure all of a sudden- this had the quality of home almost.

Not a 'come hither' look - more like an "I wanna fuck your eyeballs out" look. The kids were all punching on each other and Peggy had to pee.

I had checked out her age on her admissions papers. Our directions said another 5 miles or so and there wasn't a bathroom in sight, so we kept trucking.

but the image of that little girl was there-burned into my memory... A 'talk' on the facts of life was not in me at that point.

Melissa and Meagan were 8 at the time, and more curious by the day. Jenny, Julie and Adam stared in a daze at the enormous pregnant child on the billboard.

Peggy was stunning- beautiful blue eyes, long blonde hair, legs for miles and a perfectly plump round butt that made her an ass man's dream. "Preggy Peggy" as her friends called her was the mother of eight by her 23rd birthday.

Peggy already had her fun with bringing our kids into the world and now, to quote her: "a fertile valley is the last fuckin' place I wanna go." She was a freshman when we met-not quite 18, and a student in my biology class-part of my dues in the work-study program for my graduate degree. I think we both knew right then we'd made a baby -- well we had actually made two babies. Peter came along right on the heels of the 2nd set of twins, and we got drunk one weekend and produced another set - Melissa and Meagan barely a year later.

We could barely make out the message but it was blazoned across the middle of the white background in bright red: "AND THE LORD SAYETH..." "Oh shit," I muttered.

I'd heard about all the religious fanatics in this part of the country and I wondered what this was all about. MULTIPLY." Peggy was looking really nervous by this point, and the kids were totally confused. " I thought, and here it came around the next curve: "OBEY THE LORD...

by Jim Davis Part 1 It seemed like a lifetime had passed since I first started as a research associate in genetics at the Mellon Institute. 12 years and 8 kids later, we were on our way to my first federally funded research project. Making history, uncovering the mysteries of life itself, and above all for guys like me - getting published. Being sent to the far reaches of Appalachia was not exactly the dream assignment I had expected for all my work. She drove me to the brink of insanity as she wiggled her butt for me day after day-she was POURED into her jeans. She stayed on top riding my dick up and down so fast she got blurry for a minute. She decided 8 was enough and went on the pill, made me wear rubbers, and practiced the old "rhythm" method-all at the same time.

My wife and I had started a family when I was still in grad school. I knew she had 'designs' on me - the youngest of the crop of instructors at the U of I - just by the way she looked at me. We both started to twitch and just as I was about to cum, she leaned over, held me real close and whispered in my ear "..Bill... I guess I couldn't blame her - we began to think she could get knocked up with a hard look. All of us - stuffed into the biggest shuttle-van that Mellon had available.

We go down the hill, around a bend and the kids say, "what's that?