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Subject: {ASSM} Cutters Creek 01 (MC, Mdom, humor, preg)
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Title: Cutters Creek
Author: Homer Vargas
Vargas111@hooyahooya.com
Part 1
Universe: Fertile Valley
Summary: Alexi from the State Health Department finds
out first hand why all the girls and women in the
little backwoods community are getting pregnant.
Keywords: MC, Mdom, humor, preg
Redistribution: No restriction except that the story
may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
and email, and request for feedback must remain
intact.
First Posted 1/14/99
Last Edited 6/29/02

Cutters Creek 01 (MC, Mdom, humor, preg)
Homer Vargas
Vargas111@yahoo.com

Some of you folks may have been followin' the goings
on over in Fertile Valley.  I shore hope so.  M' good
buddy, Jimmy Davis, has been tryin' to keep y'all up
to date 'bout all those Mammoth mammaries and BIG
bellies gittin' made in the prurdy wimen and girls
over there.  But Fertile Valley's not the only place
where all the wimen an' girls are getting' tight
pants.  I was talkin' to ole Jimmy Dan th'other day,
and even he had not heard 'bout Cutters Creek, 'bout
five miles up the mountain from Fertile Valley.  So I
thought  *I*'d better tell you folks about that. -- HV

*****

Chapter 1

"I say that we can't let this go on.  They're nothing
but a bunch of  ignorant savages and their unchecked
breeding is costing the State millions," Cindy
exclaimed indignantly.  "If we don't do something
soon, this town will be as bad off as the ignoramuses
down in there Fertile Valley."

"Cool down, you silly twit.  You don't know what
you're talking about," Alexi.

The friction that was developing between Cindy Morrow
and Alexi Carpenter did neither of them any good.  Why
couldn't the two women see that it was circumstances,
not the fault of the other, that was making their
lives miserable.  They had a problem, a large number
of "burgeoning" problems, and they needed to work
together.  Still, it was understandable; both women
had been under a lot of strain recently.

Cindy, newly hired by the Department, had just been
sent to take over as the new head of the State Welfare
Department.  Her predecessor, a single woman of fifty
five had taken early retirement when she had suddenly
turned up pregnant with twins.  Cindy hadn't been
there long when she started to see the same phenomenon
here in Cutter's Creek that she had heard about down
in Fertile Valley.  A population explosion!  It wasn't
just young wives who were having babies -- thought
Cindy guessed there wasn't a married woman under fifty
that wasn't expecting or nursing or both -- but girls
as young as 10 were giving birth.  Most of the few
single professional women in town were becoming
pregnant and many older women, some over sixty five
were starting to show big bellies.

Alexi Carpenter was the "old hand."  She had been sent
to Cutters Creek by the state Health Department last
year 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 were getting knocked up and matrons who were
"way" too old were having babies again for the first
time in many years.  The change in the women's
attitude was equally amazing.  No matter how the
pregnancies upset their former lives, they were all
ecstatically happy.

Alexi remembered a typical case of not long ago.  A
single mother had come to her with her two teen-age
daughters, begging for contraceptives, "the strongest
you've got," to protect them.  "I've see what is
happening to their friends.  Half the girls in their
classes have dropped out to have babies.  I don't want
the same thing to happen to my Melissa and Lindy!" 
Nevertheless, a few months later the same mother and
daughters appeared at Alexi's clinic, all three with
their bellies already starting to show, she was
blissfully happy to be back in maternity clothes, even
talking about having more.  Apparently the boyfriend
of the younger daughter, having made her pregnant, had
knocked up her the older sister, too.  When the mother
had gone over to confront the parents of the
irresponsible youngster, she got so horny talking to
them about it, she let the boy's dad put one in HER.

"I don't dispute your arithmetic, 'Ms Morrow,'" Alexi
said, her voice dripping with irony.  "You hand out
the welfare checks that puts food into all those
swelling bellies.  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,
hefting a set of tits that had ballooned from
respectable 36C's to at least E's.

"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
trying to get me pregnant up for two years so I'd have
to marry him, but, oh, no, I was `too smart,' - for
HIM" she laughed ironically at herself.  "I was a
'career girl.'  No man was going to knock me up with a
baby and turn me into his little housewife and
babymaker!  No, that visit was to inform my EX-fiance
of my `condition.'"

"You don't mean ...?  The bastard dumped you just
because of that?  I'm so sorry," Cindy commiserated.

"Over that?  Hell no!" Alexi scoffed.  "Oh, I knew
Ralph would be 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
anything, even one little eight pound 'mistake.'  I
though I was going back to get him to marry me, but
after that first night, I realized I never could."

"Why not, you said he is handsome and quite rich,"

"Yes, but I had forgotten what an inadequate little
prick he has, barely eight inches.  And no stamina! 
He could only come for me three times, four if you
count the farewell ride I gave him the next morning. 
I fucked him as hard as I could, but nothing happened
for me,  I don't think I came more than five or six
times the whole night.  He begged and cried, but I
told him it was better to call everything off. 
Otherwise he would end up like one of those men on the
Dark Wanderer site, constantly watching his horny wife
getting fucked and bearing children of better endowed
men. After what I had gotten used to here, I knew it
would be unfair to both of us to go on."

"'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.  Why don't you sit back
and let me tell you about it."

"I had only been in town a few months when Zeb showed
up in my clinic on Friday afternoon.  Unfortunately,
my assistant 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'm
sure 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 tummy."

"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.  That's the only time I go
around 'em  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, about
the time my breasts started to grow,.  I was about two
weeks into this cycle.  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, thought I could feel my excitement growing.

"Well ." he paused and grinned.  His bashfulness was
so cute it made me want to give him a big hug!

"I starts thinkin' about how purdy she'd look with a
big belly sticking out of her tight pants.  You'd shor
be purdy that way, Miz Carpenter, with a big belly.
You ain't been here long and you's already got some
fine tits.  Could keep a baby or two real happy! You
ever think about havin' babies?"

Until five minutes ago, the answer was 'no,' but now I
could feel a strange urge. In a flash I saw myself
with huge globes, drugging my crying baby to sleep
with a few mouthfuls of milk.  "Well, yes, I do want
to have children, someday, Zeb, but let's get 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."

"You mean your  pe ..."  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 gittin' that same look
Amy Lou Stricklin did afore 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 swells up and gets real hard,
just like yours are, Miz Carpenter.  And 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.  "Least
'fore I put that baby in her."  I felt another gush of
pussy juice soak into my panties.  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.  Never had
one to make me stop.  *You* don't want me to stop
playing with your big ole boobies, do you, Miz
Carpenter?"  I was terrified of what was happening to
me , but all I could do was look up into his eyes and
shake my head, no.

"Didn' think so.  Now 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 than 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.  My last week-end with Ralph
seemed a distant memory.  I needed a cock desperately.

"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 my cock in you, Miz Carpenter," he said
matter-of-factly  There was no question; he knew 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 in just my heels, 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."

I flung myself down on the examination table, my leg
hanging off the end.  "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 he stuffed that monster cock right in
me with no trouble at all.  Then he took me by the
hips and began to fuck the shit out of me.

"You ain't as tithe as little Amy Lou, Miz Carpenter. 
I guess that's because you's a growed-up woman," he
remarked after a few minutes of hard pounding. 
"Prob'ly 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, you can get me pregnant a lot easier 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 a baby in you?"

"Oh, yes, Zeb, honey.  Please!" I heard myself say.

"You sure you want me to put a whole bunch of baby
juice in your pussy so you can get a big tummy?"  He
had never stopped pounding me senseless, just slowed
down a little as he conducted the interrogation.  My
tits were jostling around like a sailboat in a
hurricane

"'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 boy spunk
flood my fertile pussy and set off the biggest orgasm
of my life.  I passed out.

*****

"Ohmygod!  That's terrible.  Almost rape," Cindy
exclaimed sympathetically, but perhaps a little turned
on, too, and happy it hadn't been she.  "You poor
thing, getting pregnant from one quick fuck, even if
it was a 'bad time.'  How unlucky."

"For one thing, there was nothing quick about it.  Zeb
must have had me on that table climaxing for an hour
or more.  And who said anything about just one time?"
Alexi sniffed, continuing her story.

*****

When I came to my senses Zeb was fumbling to get some
pillows under me.

"Mamma says when a girl's just been fucked, I should
get her ass up in the air to help the baby juice stay
deep 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 shock wave 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 or three
good loads the first time, 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.

The next thing I heard when my orgasmed-out brain
started functioning again was, "I'm kind of hungry,
Miz Carpenter.  You got any food back at your
trailer?"

"Back at my trailer!"  Isn't that precious?  It was
dark by then, 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 (three times?  How should I
know?), 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 a big pre-teen boy.  "High energy,
High protein" claimed the label of my breakfast drink.
 That should do the trick, I thought.  Zeb had just
given me several 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, the
flopping of my boobs, 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 Stepmaster
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,* Lord I don't know how many
times!) but then stopped.  I guess he figured by them
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.  Seems he is
the member of some group of church boys and the Rev
Daniels has assigned him a number of new women in town
to service; 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 she.  Zeb was so happy he spent a
whole night (more irate neighbors) congratulating me.

*****

"I can't believe you let him do that," said Cindy with
a snort.  "Are you some kind of 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 now 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 never 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."

"If you mean I'm going to keep letting Zeb fuck me
every chance I get, the answer is yes, any time he has
a spare minute."

"Well, while you're getting your brains fucked out,
*I'm* going to use mine 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!  That charlatan preacher, Rev. Daniels is
stuffing the people's minds full of nonsense about
'being fruitful and multiplying' and telling women
that getting pregnant is a sign of the Spirit's favor.
 I'm going to have it out with him!"

To be Continued

Comments please to
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com


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