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Subject: {ASSM} Cutters Creek 03 (MF, MC, preg)
Date: Sun,  3 Nov 2002 21:10:03 -0500
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Author: Homer Vargas
Title: Cutters Creek
Part 3
Universe: Fertile Valley
Summary: Not heeding Alexi's warning, Cindy from the
State Welfare Department confronts the preacher in
Cutter's Creek and ends up just as pregnant as all the
other girls and women there.
Keywords: MC, Mdom, 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 1/15/01
Last Edited 10/27/02


Cutters Creek 3 (MF, MC, preg) 
By Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com

Cindy's Story:

Cindy had decided she would just ignore that 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.  This way 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 think he's gonna marry me.  He sure
was happy when I told him he'd got me a little bit
pregnant," the teen giggled.

"Pregnant?  But how, Lou Ann?  Don't you remember
talking about not letting any boys have sex with you?"

"And I didn't, 'least it didn' start out as 'havin'
sex.'  Elmer said he wanted to show me something he
learned at the Fructifiers, that's 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."

"Oh, No, Lou Ann!" Cindy gasped.

"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 the way Nurse Carpenter told me to do when I
feel funny down there.  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 was feeling so good 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 he could.  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 he
bet I was, but she shouldn't be jealous, 'cause she
had bigger, prettier tits than I did and they'd get
even bigger and prettier if she'd let him put another
baby in her."

"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 got 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 'spected
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.  He did her
again before she left for work than morning.  Daddy
been living with us again and has been fucking the
shit out of Momma since then and she turned up
pregnant again a couple of week after I missed my
period."

Although Cindy' wanted to find out more about the
contraceptive failure of 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 hear?" she replied and
turned up the intercom.

"Oh, Lord!  Yes!  Oh yes!  Give me more.  Oh, God!  I
need YOU!  Fill me with it.  Fill me to overflowing,
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 stumbled 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 wrong 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 that 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 had already reached
across the desk and was pouring her a big glass.  "Oh,
I guess so.  Thank you.  But you should know this
isn't a social call, Rev. Daniels."

"Any visit from a pretty woman is call for Cutters
Creek hospitality, Ma'am.  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?  The tea?" he asked.

"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 two years 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 in society.  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, wanting to maintain
formality.   but the preacher'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 herself.

"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 special 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 paternalistic justifications
for keeping women home in sackcloth, barefoot, and
pregnant."

"Now 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 tell 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,
but that's a big 'if'!  Many are dirt poor 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 with the Spirit.  When a woman is
willing, a Churchman will eagerly lend himself to the
Work."

Cindy had seen some of these men, well-built with
bulging groins.  She was sure they'd be more than
effective in "doing the Spirit's work  Wait!  Cindy
fought to control her errant thoughts.  "But Jack,
some of these 'women' are just girls, some as young as
10 or 11."

As it says in the Good Book, Cindy, 'Let the little
children come,"

"You mean that not only do you not discourage teen
pregnancy, you encourage men to knock up little girls
and unmarried women?"

"Only when we see the signs of the Spirit moving in
her."

"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.  Don't you feel the Spirit at work?  Even
beneath those unsightly clothes, I can tell your body
is responding to the Divine Inspiration.  Your
breasts, breasts made to suckle new life, Cindy, are
they not getting hard?"

"Of course not ..." she hesitated, realizing her
breasts were indeed 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.  "Surrender 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 front 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 the goodness," 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 overfloweth, 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.

A half hour later 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 needs 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 within hours of
walking into that slimy preacher's office you were on
your back letting the whole Board of Deacons fuck your
lights out?"

"Well, I wasn't on my back the whole time." Cindy
protested  "During initiation several of the deacons
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?"

"Uh, I guess so.  Jack talked about a train, a soul
train or something.  But I couldn't pay much
attention.  Every time another deacon 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 THAT consist of," Alexi said,
rolling her eyes.

"I don't remember much about them 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.'"

Alexi and Carlos just looked at each other.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"Cindy, don't you know what happens to women in this
place who get "filled" without protection, or even
with it?"

Cindy was silent for a minute, then she smiled
broadly.  "Oh, Alexi, Jack said that I might soon find
favor.  Do you really think I might be blessed with
... baby?"

To Be Continued

Comments, please to
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahooo.com


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