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Cutters Creek 3 (MF, MC, preg)
By Homer Vargas
Well, something has sure happened to Cindy and Alexi and her new lover,
Carlos are going to find out.
From Cutters Creek 2:
.....
As Alexi and Carlos waited, she began idly thumbing through "Single
Mother." To her surprise, the magazine did not deal with the financial
and emotional problems of bringing up a child alone. Rather, it was
dedicated to advising a single woman how to get pregnant even if she
did not have a boyfriend or he did not want to father a child. It even
included a humorous story by Homer Vargas, one of Alexi's favorite
internet pornwriters. "Principles" was about how a woman tricks her
husband into getting her pregnant time after time after time. Alexi
glanced over at Carlos and grinned, seeing that pages of near nude
women with paunches of varying sizes in "Pregnancy Today" were giving
him a tremendous hard on. She suspected that dinner might be later
than usual that night.
Alexi and Carlos were so engrossed in these strange periodicals they
hardly heard Cindy waltz in. When they looked up, Alexi was stunned!
Gone was the slightly sourpuss expression Cindy had displayed in weeks
past. She was radiantly happy and her clothing showed it. Rather than
faded jeans and baggy sweaters, Cindy had on a cute little sundress,
cut four or five inches above her knee and a surprisingly translucent
blouse. Her usual gym shoes had given way to smart white pumps.
Alexi and Carlos looked at each other in astonishment. "She's not
wearing a bra!" Carlos' eyes said to Alexi.
"Hell, she's not even wearing panties!" Alexi's eyes replied.
"Well, I guess we can get started," Cindy sighed, "Although I can't see
what you people are so worried about. Folks around here are just
having babies." Did Alexi hear correctly? Three weeks ago Cindy had
been incensed about the "animalistic behavior" of the "savages" here.
Now she found noting out of line?
"What do you mean, Cindy"
"I went to see Rev. Daniels and now I understand everything," she
replied angelically.
"Cindy! You didn't really go see that man, did you?" Alexi asked
apprehensively.
"Of course I did. I said I would and I'm glad I did. Jack really
straightened some things out between us."
Alexi and Carlos exchanged glances but Cindy was bubbling over and
proceeded with her story.
Now On to:
Cindy's Story:
Cindy had decided she would just ignore the silly Alexi's "warning."
She wasn't going to be dissuaded by a woman with such little control of
her own slutty desires as to let a sixth-grade boy make her pregnant.
No, she was determined to have it out with the source of all the
trouble here in Cutters Creek, that ignorant, benighted preacher of the
Church of the Spirit. From what she could tell, it was even worse that
the Unity Church of Fertile Valley of which it was an offshoot. The
local preacher, John Daniels, was apparently the little brother of Luke
Daniels of Fertile Valley.
"Hi, Miz Morrow" came the cheery greeting as Cindy walked into the
Church office.
"Lou Ann! What are you doing here?" Cindy asked, surprised. "You
should be in school." Lou Ann Harris and her mother were one of the
few bright spots in Cindy's work recently. She had convinced Peggy
Harris to leave her, ne'er do well husband and use the money she used
to give him for beer to help Lou Ann to stay in school.
"Oh, I don't need to go to school, no more Elmer Baxter told me it was
alright to drop out. I can make us some money."
"And why would you be doing something just because Elmer Baxter told
you to?" Cindy asked.
"Oh, me and Elmer are gonna to get married," the girl gushed "Least I
hope he'll marry me. I'm a little pregnant."
"Pregnant? But how, Lou Ann? Don't you remember talking about not
letting any boys have sex with you?"
"And I didn't, 'least I didn't know what we were doing was 'havin'
sex.' Elmer said he wanted to show me something he learned at the Boys
Auxiliary from Church. I asked him what but he wouldn't tell me. He
said he would show me, but I had to pull up my dress and pull down my
panties. I didn't want to do it, but I figured if he learned it in
Church it must be OK."
"It was better than O.K., Miz Morrow He got down on his knees and
started licking me, right between the legs. I got real wet, you know,
like when I play with myself. Elmer said I tasted real good. He kept
licking and kissing me and made me feel real good. I got sorta
trembly, so Elmer said I should sit on the couch but keep my legs
spread wide open."
"He went back to licking me but then he started sucking on something he
called my 'zlitty' and that made me feel even better. Pretty soon I
was buckin' and shakin' all over. I didn't even feel it when he put is
big ole prick in me and by the time I felt him shoving in and out, it
felt too good to make him stop. He did that a bunch of times that
night and sure enough three weeks later I missed my period."
"But how could that happen, Lou Ann? I thought you and your mother
were both going on the Pill 'in case.'
"Well," she grinned, "I reckon Elmer and Daddy just have really strong
baby juice."
"'And Daddy?'" Cindy asked.
"Yeah, one night a few weeks after me and Elmer started going at it,
Daddy came over to visit me like Mom promised him. Daddy started
lookin' at my breasts and Momma got real mad at him. "I cain't help it
Peggy, you know how I love seein' the titties of a pregnant girl."
They got to arguing. Mom said I wasn't pregnant (I hadn't told her)
and Daddy said she shouldn't be jealous, 'cause she had bigger,
prettier tits than I did and he wanted to see them. Momma was still
mad and was trying to keep Daddy from getting his hand in her blouse.
I guess she didn't try hard enough because I heard her start to
giggle. When I peeked in at them, Daddy had Momma down on her back
playing with the nipple of one or her big old boobies while he was
sucking on the other one. Then Momma go to enjoying it. She had one
hand holding Daddy's head to her breast and was fingering herself with
the other one. I guess Mom already knew about her 'zlitty.''"
"Then Daddy whispered something about showing her what he had learned a
Men's Fellowship. Oops! I knew what that was, but Momma didn't. Soon
Daddy was licking her between the legs and he must have found her
zlitty, too, 'cause Momma started bucking and moanin' just like I had
with Elmer. I knew what was about to happen and kind of wanted to warn
Momma, but when I saw Daddy pull that big prick out and start to shove
it up in Momma, I could tell it was too late. And besides I was
playing with myself to beat the band. Then Momma started screaming for
him to fuck her, fuck her good. I guess he did, 'cause Momma shore
made a lot of racket that night. Daddy came over a few more nights to
fuck her some more and she turned up pregnant again a couple of week
after I missed my period."
Although Cindy' wanted to find out more about Lou Ann and her mother,
the time for her appointment was long past. "Who is taking so long in
there with Rev. Daniels, anyway? she asked.
"Judge Finster," Lou Ann replied
Cindy almost laugher out loud. This was worth waiting for! Ruth
Finster was Rev. Daniels's nemesis on the County Board. Whether it was
zoning for a bigger parking lot or tax exemptions on Church businesses,
Ruth fought the Church at every turn. "This is not Rev. Daniels's day,
she remarked with a grin. "Here I am waiting to give him an earful and
Judge Finster must be in there doing the same.'"
"No, I don't think so. I believe it's a prayer meetin' or sumpin',"
Lou Ann said seriously.
Now Cindy 'really felt like laughing. Ruth Finster was a friend of
hers - on of the few professional women in the county -- and a very
reserved Episcopalian. She was not likely to be in prayer with a Holy
Roller. "You must be mistaken, Lou Ann."
I don't think so, Ma'am. I was listening to then before you came in.
Wanna here?" she replied and turned on the intercom.
"Oh, Lord! Yes! Oh yes! Give me more. Oh, God! I need it! Fill me
with the spirit. Fill me again!" Ruth was screaming.
"Didn't I tell you?" Lou Ann announced. "Judge Finster is praying."
Cindy wasn't so sure. Her doubts only increased fifteen minutes later
when the Judge wandered out of the preacher's study with a big dreamy
smile on her face. She didn't seem to hear Cindy's greeting at first.
Her blouse was buttoned up crooked and half of her bra was hanging out
of her purse. She didn't seem to care that her skirt was turned
sideways. Fortunately, Cindy didn't notice and something white and
slimy was trickling down the inside of her thigh.
"I hope you gave him a piece of your mind, Ruth" Cindy said uncertainly.
"Oh, did he ever get a piece ... of my mind." The judge grinned weakly.
"You can go in now" Lou Ann smiled.
The Reverend John "Jack" Daniels looked exactly as Cindy expected --
100% TV evangelist. His expensive cream suit, string tie, long slicked-
back hair and soft low heel boots confirmed him as an oily charlatan in
Cindy's eyes. "Well, if it isn't the pretty Miss Morrow from the
Welfare Department. What can I do for you ma'am? How have you been?"
"I'm fine thank you, but I didn't come to chat," Cindy replied, none
too politely.
"Sure thing, Miss. Can I offer you some iced tea?" Cindy was a Diet
Coke fan and had never gotten into iced tea that most people in
Cutter's Creek drank constantly. Most women, anyway. The men mainly
drank beer.
"I don't think ..." The preacher reached across the desk and was
already pouring her a big glass. "Oh, I guess so. Thank you. This
isn't a social call, Rev. Daniels."
"Any visit from a pretty woman is call for Cutters Creek hospitality,
Ma'mn. Especially a lady who is helping so many or our flock in need"
he smiled, looking at Cindy and the tall glass.
Seeing no way to avoid the local ceremoniousness, Cindy took a sip of
the tea. "That's exactly what I came to talk about Rev. Daniels. You
see, ..."
"How do you like it?"
"Hmm. An ... interesting flavor," Cindy admitted, trying to turn the
conversation to business.
"Made with our own Font of Blessing Springs water," the preacher
explained. The Church has been bottling it for about a year now."
"That's very nice," Cindy replied, taking a larger sip of the beverage.
"So what bring you here, ma'am?" the Reverend smiled.
Cindy took another sip. Surprisingly good stuff, she thought. No
wonder so many women drank it. Anyway, down to business. Reverend
Daniels might be a little backward in his social views, but he was
certainly polite. And kind of cute, now that she noticed. She
realized that she no longer felt quite the ire as when she walked in.
"Reverend Daniels, I have come to speak with you about your spreading
of these absurd and retrograde notions about the place of women. How
can you preach that a woman's highest duty is to propagate. Surly you
can see the results. You are turning the community into a rabbit hutch
and welfare rolls are expanding obscenely like ..." Cindy stopped. She
was about to blurt out "like the belly of a pregnant twelve year old."
It was just the first thing that popped into her mind, but it did seem
a little harsh.
"Now I don't believe that you mean that, Cindy. Can I call you Cindy?"
he smiled.
Cindy was about to object but Jack's devilish smile made her stop.
"Sure, uh, ... Jack." She said, somewhat unnerved by the man. She took
another drink from the glass to steady her.
"Thank you, Cindy. You need to look at it from the believer's
perspective. We at the Church of the Spirit are just proclaiming our
faith. We believe Motherhood is the highest calling for a woman and
bearing children is a sign of the spirit's favor. Many have heard our
message and have been blessed by our work."
"Excuse me, Rev., er, Jack, but the things you preach just sound like
outworn justifications for keeping women home in sackcloth, barefoot,
and pregnant."
"That's not true, Cindy. We realize many women need to work out side
the home. Given the economy around here, in fact, most women are the
principle breadwinners for their families. And we do NOT want our
women wearing sackcloth. A woman's body is the most beautiful object
in Creation. She honors it by allowing others to see as much of it as
possible."
"I was speaking metaphorically, Jack. Indeed, the clothes that I see
women wearing to church are practically obscene. Why most can hardly
walk in those high heels and short, tight skirts. And the blouses!
They leave little to the imagination."
"Why encourage vain imaginings, Cindy? We just encourage the ladies to
make the most of their endowments. And fortunately, around here, most
women are pretty well endowed." Jack grinned. "If you attended
Services, you would understand that Church women mainly use short
skirts or long skirts with a high slit for a reason. During the
sermon, many good church women often feel the stirrings of the spirit.
When they do, they like to be able to commune with their font of
desire, or better still, have their husband or boyfriend do it for
them."
Cindy was astounded. This slick-talking Neanderthal -- a damned
handsome Neanderthal -- was practically admitting that he encouraged
women to go around in short skirts and no panties so they could get
themselves off anytime they got the urge or let some man finger then to
orgasm at the drop of a hat. Of course Cindy could see the advantage
in that. She rather wished she could get to her pussy for a little
relief right now. Suddenly aware of how inconvenient her baggy slacks
and pantyhose were. And the sneakers! How dowdy she must look to
Jack. Well, she could change that. In a mini and sheer blouse, she'd
knock his socks off! Wait, she was getting off track.
"Well, yes, but the pregnancies..." she sputtered, gulping more tea.
"That's true. We teach there is no higher form of praise than for a
husband and wife to create new life. What can be more beautiful that a
woman's flat tummy starting to swell, her breast grow round and full"
Cindy shifted uncomfortably, unable to stifle a thought of what she
would look like with a baby or two growing within her. This man and
his retrograde notions was menace. Too bad he was so cute, Cindy
thought. If I got him in bed, maybe I could enlighten him. No! She
took another swig of tea and forced her self to continue. "If the
couple can afford it, Jack! Many can't and they're forced onto
welfare, especially when it's a fourth or fifth or sixth child. And
besides, it's not just husbands and wives that have 'heard your
message.' The out-of-wedlock pregnancy rate here is astounding."
"The Church does not condemn that, Cindy. We understand that unmarried
women, too, may find themselves moved by the spirit to join in the
great work of co-creation. When we see the Signs a Churchman will
eagerly lend himself to the Work."
"What do you mean, 'Signs'" Cindy asked a little fear cracking her
voice?
"I think you know what I mean, Cindy. I feel the spirit moving here
today. I see those signs."
"No!" Cindy gasped.
"Yes, Cindy. The spirit is at work. Even beneath those unsightly
clothes, I can tell your body feels the inspiration. Your breasts,
breast made to suckle new life, Cindy, are they not getting hard?"
"Of course no ..." she hesitated, realizing her breasts were hard as
rocks. If only she could reach in and give then the kind of good
squeeze they needed.
"Do not resist the will of the spirit, Cindy. Are you ready for the
laying on of hands?
"Of hands?" the confused woman asked.
"Hands!" Jack Daniels had now left his desk and was standing behind
Cindy. "Yield to the urgings of the spirit, Cindy. Let the Work
begin," he whispered, blowing in her ear as his hands found their way
inside her sweat top and magically released her bra. "You have
wonderful breasts, Cindy, breasts made to nurture babies. Do you not
want that blessing?" He had now come around to stand in from of the
speechless young woman. Smiling down at her, he removed her top
completely and leaned down so his mouth could begin to tease one of
Cindy's engorged nipples.
"Blessing, blessing!" she gasped.
"I think you are, Cindy" he whispered as he made it his business to
find out. Quickly, the preacher's hands unbuttoned her baggy jeans and
slipped into her pussy.
"Taste and prove," he whispered and dropped to his knees, lowering his
mouth to her dripping sex. Proceeding slowly at first he licked her
inflamed thighs as he stealthily approached her lips -- the other
ones. Cindy moaned as his tongue found its way into her steaming hole,
lapping methodically, making it impossible for her to think. Suddenly
her body was wracked in orgasm but the sprit-worker's tongue kept up
its delicious assault.
"Thy cup overflotheth, Cindy. Your promised land is filled with milk
and honey," he mumbled into her muff as he drank from the writhing
woman's pussy. Drank and tasted and smelled. Was such a marvelous
coincidence possible?
Cindy lurched with disappointment when she felt his mouth leave her
pussy just seconds before she felt one and two and three fingers being
re-inserted. Continuing a gentle friging, Rev. Daniels kissed her
breast and whispered "Cindy my child, you may be truly blessed this
day. Tell me, what day is it for you?"
"What day ... huh?" the dazed woman could hardly speak.
"You are so open to the spirit, Cindy; the spirit is flowing. When did
you have your period last?"
"Dunno ... two, yeah, two weeks agooooo" she moaned again in orgasm as
Jack accelerated his persistent manipulation of her clit.
"As I suspected. And an upright unmarried woman like you wouldn't be
on the Pill would you?"
"No, no, oh yesssss" she gasped, coming again.
"Then Cindy you can not only receive the spirit, you may be filled with
the sprit this very day. Do you want it? Do you wish to be filled?"
His mouth had found her clit again and begun sucking and flicking it.
"Yes. Oh fill me! Fill me!" she screamed as a final orgasm washed
away her little remaining consciousness.
Gazing down at the vacant smile on Cindy, Jack reached for the
intercom. "Lou Ann, come in here and help me get Miss Morrow onto the
daybed next to my office. She has had a religious experience and need
to recover for a while. Better bring another pitcher of tea as well.
Oh, ... and then call all the deacons to tell them there will be a
special meeting of the Board this afternoon. We will hold a special
rite of initiation for the newest member of the Church."
*******
Alexi and Carlos couldn't speak for a few seconds after hearing Cindy's
tale. "Cindy, you little twerp, do you mean to tell me that less than
a half hour after walking into that preacher's office you were on your
back letting him fuck your lights out?"
"Well, I wasn't on my back the whole time." Cindy protested "Several
of the men said I should get down on my elbows and a couple of them
liked it when I sat in their laps."
"So you pulled a train for the entire Board of Deacons?"
"Uh, I guess so. Jack talked about a train, a soul train or
something. But I couldn't pay much attention. Every time another man
laid hands on me, I felt the spirit move again and ... it was
wonderful! I don't know how many times I received the spirit that
afternoon."
"This is terrible, Cindy. I hope you haven't had any further contact
with the church crowd."
"Crowd?" Cindy giggled. "I guess it was a little crowded with all the
deacons standing around in Jack's office, waiting to help initiate me.
But no, since then I just have to go over to Jack's office every
evening for my private catechism."
"I'm afraid to ask what goes on," Alexi said, rolling her eyes.
"I don't remember much about it either, but Jack says he doesn't think
I'll need many more classes. He just wants to continue until he sees
signs I have been blessed with a 'filling with the spirit.' Did I say
something wrong?"
Alexi and Carlos just looked at each other. "Cindy, don't you know
what happens to women who get "filled" without protection, or in this
place, even with it?"
Cindy was silent for a minute, then she smiled broadly. "Oh, Alexi,
Jack said that I might find favor. Do you really think I might be
blessed with a baby?"
*****
... to be continued ...
Well, you don't need me to tell you the answer to that question do
you? So first Alexi and now Cindy has fallen victim to the mysterious
forces loose in Cutters Creek. Can no one bring this abhorrent little
community into line? Well, if anyone can it would be Alice Wells,
State Commissioner of Education who is determined to find out why
Cutters Creek Consolidated School is in chaos. Read more in Chapter 4.
Comments and suggestions welcome (please) at
Vargas111@yahoo.com,
or, even better, posted to ASSD.
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