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Authors name: Homer Vargas (vargas111@yahoo.com)
Story title : Cutters Creek - 1
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Cutters Creek 1 (MF, preg)
By Homer Vargas (vargas111@yahoo.com)
***
Some of you may have been following the goings on over
in Fertile Valley. I hope so. My good buddy, Jimmy
Davis, has been trying to keep you up to date about
all those BIG bellies being made over there. But
Fertile Valley's not the only place where strange
things are happening. I was talking to Jimmy the
other day, and even he had not heard about Cutters
Creek, about five miles up the mountain from Fertile
Valley. So I thought *I*'d better tell you folks
about that.
*****
"I say that we've got to DO something. They're a
bunch of ignorant savages and their unchecked
breeding is costing the state millions," Cindy had
just exclaimed. "If we don't, soon we'll be as bad
off as the ignoramuses down in Fertile Valley."
"It's not that simple. You don't know what you're
talking about, you silly twit," Alexi replied.
The friction that was developing between Cindy and
Alexi did neither of them any good. Why couldn't the
two women see that it was circumstances, not the
other's fault. They had a problem and needed to work
together. Still, it was understandable; both women
had been under a lot of strain recently.
Cindy Morrow had just taken over as the new head of
the Welfare Department when she started to see happen
here in Cutter's Creek what she had heard about down
in Fertile Valley. A population explosion! Not just
young wives -- thought Cindy guessed there wasn't a
married woman under fifty that wasn't expecting -- but
girls as young as 10, most of the few single
professional women in town, and many older women, some
over sixty five were starting to show big bellies.
Alexi Carpenter had been sent to Cutters Creek by the
state Health Department to set up a clinic on an
emergency basis. What was happening made no sense to
her or anyone else. It wasn't just the sudden change
in the little community's demographics -- that girls
who were "way" too young and matrons who were "way"
too old were having babies for the first time or for
the first time in many years. The change in the women
themselves was equally amazing. Alexi remembered a
typical case of not long ago. A young woman had come
to her with her two teen-age daughter, begging for
contraceptives, "the strongest you've got," to protect
them from an unwanted pregnancy. Nevertheless, a few
weeks later when both mother and daughters appeared at
Alexi's clinic, their bellies already starting to
show, they were blissfully happy with the babies, even
talking about having more. Well, she had thought it
strange then.
"I don't dispute your arithmetic, Ms Morrow," Alexi
said, her voice dripping with irony. "You hand out
the welfare checks. They may be breeding like minxes,
but ignorant they are not. Someone is behind all this
and they were smart enough to get to me, or hadn't you
noticed," she smirked casting her eyes down at the
noticeable little bulge in her own belly. "You'll
mind your own business, if you know what's good for
you or you'll wind up looking like this," she warned.
"Oh!" said Cindy somewhat embarrassed by Alexi's open
mention of sex. For a social worker, Cindy was
surprisingly uptight. "I thought that you and your
fiance just, er, got a little head start on the
wedding plans during your last visit back to the
city."
"In his dreams!" Alexi snorted. "Ralph has been
wanting to get me knocked up for two years so I'd
marry him, but, oh, no, I was `too smart,'" she
laughed ironically at herself. "I was a 'career
girl.' No man was going to get me pregnant and turn
me into his little housewife! No, the visit was to
inform my EX-fiance of my `condition.'"
"You don't mean it? The bastard dumped you just
because of that? I'm so sorry," Cindy commiserated.
"Hell no!" Alexi scoffed. "Oh, Ralph was a little
upset at first that someone else beat him to the
punch, but I wasn't worried. I knew once I got him on
his back and his prick stuffed up in my hot little
box, I could reconcile him to my little eight pound
'mistake.' But after that first night, I realized I
could never marry him. I fucked him as hard as I
could, but nothing happened. I had forgotten what an
inadequate prick he has, barely seven inches. And he
could only come for me three times, four if you count
the farewell ride the next morning. After what I had
gotten used to here, I knew it would be unfair to both
of us to go on. He begged and cried, but I told him
it was better this way. Otherwise he would end up
like those men on the Dark Wanderer site, constantly
watching his horny wife get fucked and bearing
children of better endowed men."
"'After what you were used to?' I don't understand."
Cindy asked, puzzled. "You mean some man here in
Cutter's Creek made you pregnant?"
"Did I say it was a man?" Alexi laughed. "Oh well, I
guess you should know just what happened to me - to
know what you're up against."
"I had only been in town a few months when Zeb showed
up in my clinic on Friday afternoon when my Rosa had
already gone home to nurse her triplets."
"Zeb? Zebulin Deeks?" exclaimed Cindy. "Why we
suspect that boy of being responsible for knocking up
six of the girls in Cutter Creek Jr. High and one of
the teachers!"
"Probably true," Alexi nodded. "In fact that was the
`problem' he ostensibly came to discuss with me. I
know now that it was all set up, but at the time I
didn't think anything of it. Don't interrupt, and let
me tell you how it happened."
*****
"Just what kind of a problem do you mean?" I asked the
skinny kid standing shyly before me.
"I don't know what's wrong with me, Miz Carpenter. It
seems like every time I'm around some purdy girl, I
gits her preggers. Sometimes it's just one, but
usually I puts two or three young'ens in her."
"Well, that's what having unprotected sex will do to a
girl." I laughed. "But `every time?' That is rather
unusual. Women can only get pregnant on a few days
during each month."
"I know that Miz Carpenter. It's like I can tell when
they's ready, you know, smell it or somthin'. I just
... my gosh. Miz Carpenter, you's got that smell."
I could have been offended, but I knew he wasn't
talking about body odor. Apparently the boy could
detect the subtle pheromones that women emit when they
are fertile. I guess I should have been worried that
he had `sniffed me out.' For amazingly, he was right;
I probably *was* ovulating that day. Since I moved to
Cutters Creek I had noticed that my contraceptive
pills did not seem to be working. I took them on the
28 day cycle as I had been taught, but after the first
month here, my periods started to come and go on their
own quick-time schedule. I was about two weeks into
this one. I am enough of a nurse to recognize the
change in pussy mucus that signals "egg-on-the-way."
That morning I had noticed I was stickier than usual
and, looking at this overgrown boy grinning in front
of me, I realized I was hornier than usual, as well.
"And what happens when you detect a woman in this
state," I asked, trying to maintain my professional
air.
"Well ." he grinned. Gosh, his bashfulness was making
me want to give him a big hug!
"I starts thinkin' about how purdy she'd look with a
big belly sticking out of their tight pants. You'd
shor be purdy that way, Miz Carpenter. You ever think
about havin' a baby?"
"Well, I do want to have children, someday, Zeb, but
back to your `problem,'" I said, trying to ignore the
wetness I felt growing between my legs. "What happens
next?"
"Somethin' I cain't help, Miz Carpenter - my old thang
starts getting big and hard."
I gasped as my gaze fell into his lap. Clearly
evident between his legs under his loose shorts was
the biggest bulge I had ever seen. I like men with
big cocks and my boyfriends have never been pikers,
but this was a phenomenon. I was transfixed.
"Gosh, Miz Carpenter, you're lookin' at it the same as
Amy Lou Stricklin did when I pregged her. Her eyes
was as big as yours. And she started pantin' when she
see'd my thang git big."
"'Do . do you . do anything when this happens?" I
forced my self to ask, trying to gain control over my
breathing.
"Not really, I just tells'er how purdy her titties
are, all hard and round and how cute her nipples are
poking out through her blouse. Cuz when they sees my
thang, their titties get real hard, just like yours
are, Miz Carpenter. When I sees a big purdy set `o
titties round and hard, I jus wants to reach out an'
give 'em a tweak."
What I feared and what I wanted. Putting work to his
words, he stood up and came over up to me. For a
minute he just looked down at my boobs that seemed to
be getting bigger and harder by the second. "You's
got bigger tits than Any Lou," he told me. Then he
reached down and unbuttoned my blouse and popped my
tits out of the bra. He did more than tweak; he began
feeling me up like a pro. "You like this, don't you
Miz Carpenter. All the girls do."
"'Zeb, please, stop. You're making me so wet."
"Yup, all the girls gets wet between the legs when I
feel up their titties, but they like it and don't make
me stop. You don't want me to stop playing with your
big ole boobies, do you, Miz Carpenter?" I was afraid
of what was happening, but all I could do was shake my
head, no.
"Lemme see just how wet you are Miz Carpenter." I
could only moan. If he was asking permission to run
his had up my dress, push aside my panties and start
fingering my pussy, he didn't need it. The boy had me
so horny, I would have let him do anything.
"You're a lot wetter that Amy Lou was, Miz Carpenter
and she was really leakin'. You're really messin' up
your dress. Is it because you hasn't gotten fucked in
a while?
I nodded helplessly.
"I'm sorry Miz Carpenter, but when I sees a woman as
hot as you and needin' a good fuckin' as bad as you,
I've just got to get out my thang."
I had closed my eyes as he played with my pussy but
opened them enough to see him drop his shorts and
display a cock longer and thicker than I have ever
dreamed of. "Ohmygod, Zeb!" I exclaimed."
"You're gonna have to take your skirt off for me to
git this in you, Miz Carpenter,' he said matter-of-
factly There was no question about what I was going
to do. I wanted to `git' his cock in me and I would
do anything for it. I shucked my dress in a flash.
"You look real sexy in them panties, but you'd better
take `em off."
The panties joined my skirt on the floor. I stood
naked before him, waiting to be told what to do.
"You got a good place for me to fuck you?" he asked."
"The examination table, Zeb. You can fuck me on the
examination table!" I cried and pulled him into the
next room."
"That's good," he said as he lay me back on the table
and pulled my knees up to spread my legs. `Jus' the
right height,' he observed and eased his cock into me.
I should tell you that it was too big, that it hurt,
but that would be a lie. I was so horny, that monster
cock slid right in with no trouble at all. Then he
took me by the hips and began to fuck the shit out of
me.
"You're a lot looser that Amy Lou, Miz Carpenter. I
guess that's because you's a growled-up woman," he
remarked after a few minutes of hard pounding.
"Prob'bly easier to knock you up, too, huh?"
I was just coming down from my second or third orgasm,
but I heard a request for my professional opinion.
"Yeah, I'll be a lot easier to get pregnant than a
little girl,' I confirmed."
"I guess you're happy about that aren't you, Miz
Carpenter? You want me to fuck you and come in you
and to make you pregnant?"
"Oh, yes, Zeb, please!" I heard myself say.
"You want me to put a whole bunch of babyjuice in your
pussy so you can get a big tummy?"
"'Yes, Zeb, honey! Just fuck me. I want a baby, I
want YOUR baby. Come in me! Come in MEEEEEEE!" I
screamed as I felt about a gallon of hot boyspunk
flood my fertile pussy and set off the biggest orgasm
of my life. I passed out.
"Ohmygod! That's terrible. Almost rape," Trudy
exclaimed sympathetically, but perhaps a little turned
on, too, and happy it hadn't been she. "Poor thing,
getting pregnant from one quick fuck. How unlucky."
"There was noting quick about it and who said anything
about just one?" Alexi sniffed. "When I came to Zeb
was fumbling to get some pillows under my ass.
"Mamma says when a girl's just been fucked, I should
get a girl's ass up in the air to help the baby juice
stay in her pussy where it will do the most good." I
lifted my butt cooperatively. Who was I to make a boy
to disobey his mamma? "She says that getting a girl
off a few time after she's been fucked helps, too.
It's going to be a little while before I can fuck you
again, but I can eat you, if you'd like. Mamma has
teached me good, cuz now that she's so big, I can
hardly get it in her deep enough to `make her happy.'"
The boy might be uneducated, but he was surely polite
and well bred. He looked at me funny when I giggled,
reflecting that it was *I* who was being well bred. I
didn't explain. Time he found out that women are
mysterious creatures. Fortunately he took my giggles
as consent and promptly stuffed his face in my muff.
Oh mamma! Or somebody had taught the boy how to eat a
pussy. He immediately fell into a delightful rhythm
of long slow licks of my sensitive labia punctuated by
unpredictable little attacks on my clit. The urge to
come was almost overpowering, but he wouldn't quite
push me over the edge. "Zeb, baby, please! Make me
come, honey. Let me come." I felt rather than saw
him grin before he finally latched onto my clit and
draw it between his lips to flick it with his tongue!
All the fireworks of the Fourth of July exploded in my
pussy and the shockwave rolled up my spine and out to
the tips of my fingers. When it reached my eyelids, I
went out like a light."
I was awakened by Zeb sliding his re-engorged cock
into my cunt again, but I didn't retain consciousness
too long. "Mamma says its best to put in two good
loads at the first, OK?' I gave him a silly little
grin. I was going to have to meet this mamma some
time, I reflected just as Zeb put a stop to all higher
brain functions by filling me with enough sperm to
float a small freighter.
*****
"I'm kind of hungry, Miz Carpenter. You got any food
back at your trailer?" was the next thing I heard when
I woke up.
"My `trailer!" Isn't that precious? It was dark, so
no one saw a partly dressed and obviously just-fucked
State Health Department nurse of 35 leading a grinning
boy of twelve from the clinic. I pushed him into the
driver's side of my car. In my condition, I'd smile
at a tree and expect it to move out of the way. I
knew letting a twelve year old drive was illegal, but
so too, was letting a twelve year old fuck your brains
out. As he was backing out of the parking lot, I was
lowering my mouth around that heavenly dick.
By the time we got to the efficiency I rent in those
new apartments on the edge of town, I had taken two
delicious loads of boy-spunk in my mouth and swallowed
most of it. (Nobody's perfect!) Even though he had
just screwed me twice, I was hot to get this little
fucker's donkey dick in me again. I wasn't keen on
everybody seeing, but when he put his finger in my
twat, it felt so good, I let him take me inside that
way.
Not being a domestic type, I didn't have much in the
apartment to refuel him with. "High energy, High
protein" claimed the label of my breakfast drink.
That should do the trick, I thought. Zeb had just
given me two, thousand-calorie fucks I reckoned and he
needed the energy. And he had also lost quite a bit
of protein, a lot of which was even then soaking into
the upholstery of my car where it had leaked out of me
on the ride over. (I never have been able to get that
stain out, Dammit!) And I could use the energy too.
I've never seen it on an exercise chart, but I figure
that with the spasming of my pussy, the bucking of my
hips, the flailing of my arms, and the tossing of my
head from side to side, an orgasm must be worth at
least three flights of stairs. If so, I had been on a
Stairmaster for three hours.
We chug-a-lugged two cans each and I led Zeb by the
hand to my bed to teach the boy some of the fine
points of foreplay. He didn't disappoint. If I had a
complaint, it was that he revived too soon and had me
roaring to go before I got properly eaten again. I
don't guess you need more play by play action. Zeb
kept me on my back and full of his fuck all weekend.
I hated for Monday morning to come around, but he
promised to be at the clinic that afternoon so he
could "make me happy" again that night.
He kept him promise! (The neighbors complained about
me screaming all night long) He came again on Tuesday
night, too (as did *I*) but only every day or two
after that. I guess he figured I was either knocked
up or I couldn't be for another month so there was no
use keeping me full to the brim. I was disappointed,
but I understood. He had a number of women to service
and I couldn't expect him to spend all his time with
me. As it turned out, he didn't need a return
engagement. Three weeks later, I bought a home
pregnancy test kit and got the news. Alexi Carpenter,
professional nurse, had been seduced and knocked up
during that wild weekend fling a boy more than twenty
years younger than I.
"I can't believe you let him do that," said Cindy with
a snort. "Are you a pervert?"
"I was in some kind of rut. I knew he was going to
make me pregnant, but I couldn't stop him. I wanted
him give me his baby. So you know why I say be
careful or your little smarty pants may be getting at
tight as mine are" Alexi retorted.
"If you hadn't already been such a cockhound, maybe it
wouldn't have happened. I'd never let a twelve year
old BOY fuck me!"
"Spoken like a woman who's gotten laid at all. You'll
sing a different tune if you even get that precious
little pussy of yours filled with a twelve inch dick!"
"Never!" Cindy replied with a smirk. "Now I see why
you don't want to help me. You intend to maintain
your illicit relation with that overgrown child."
"I'm going to keep letting Zeb fuck me, if that's what
you mean."
"I'm going to get to the bottom of this and I know
where to go to find the answers -- the Church of the
Spirit."
"You're probably right about that, but I warn you,
Cindy. Stay away from the whole Church of the Spirit
crowd."
"Nonsense! I'll have it out that charlatan preacher,
Rev. Daniels!
*****
Brave words! Will Cindy disregard Alexi's warning?
What will she "have out" with Rev. Daniels? Will
Cindy find out the hard way <g> why all the women in
Cutter's Creek are getting pregnant?
To be continued...
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