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Archive name: cutter.txt (MF, preg)
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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