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Subject: {ASSM} Cutters Creek 04 (MF, MC, Preg.)
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Author: Homer Vargas
Title: Cutters Creek
Part: 4
Universe: Fertile Valley
Summary: The State Superintendent for Education
investigates the goings on in a backwoods community
where all the girls and women 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 6/24/01
Last Edited 10/27/02


Cutters Creek 4 (MF, MC, Preg.)
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com


The further she drove into the backcountry that hot
July afternoon, the less Alice Wells liked the task
she had imposed on herself.  The map showed Cutters
Creek a mere 95 miles from the Interstate, but on
roads like these - some no more than mountain tracks -
it could as well be half a continent away.  It even
felt like she was going back in time.  For the last
hour she had seen few other motor vehicles, although
she had passed several horse-drawn wagons.

The State Superintended of Education had not wanted to
have to investigate personally the disturbing
situation in Cutters Creek, and especially not to have
to take four weeks of accumulated leave to do so, but
there appeared to be no alternative.  Sending
emissaries had resulted in nothing -- in less than
nothing.

She still shook her head at what had happened at last
year to Annie Boone, one of the most reliable civil
servants of the Department of Education.  You couldn't
ask for a more levelheaded woman.  Annie was
unmarried; some might even call her a spinster,
although at forty-five, still slim and attractive, who
was to say she might not still decide to get married. 
Annie lived with her younger sister Jenny, also
unmarried.  Alice had been sure that if anyone could
get to the bottom of the problems that had made
Cutters Creek a black hole for the Department's
budget, Annie could.

Annie was there for the opening of school.  The first
reports sent back merely gave additional details about
the state of the disaster.  The school age population
in Cutters Creek was exploding but practically no
girls were finishing high school.  Not many were even
entering.  Fifth and sixth graders were getting
pregnant and by age sixteen or seventeen most girls
were far too busy with three or four or more children
to think about further education.

What scandalized Annie most was who the fathers of the
babies were.  Although she could not get proof that
would stand up in court, Annie suspected that in many
cases the girl's own father knocked her up the first
time or two before a brother or an uncle would put
another bulge in her tummy.  Finally, when she was
fourteen or fifteen, she would marry someone from
outside the family and start making babies with HIM.

You could hardly blame the girls, considering the
example set by their mothers and grandmothers.  Annie
wrote that it was not uncommon for grandmother, mother
and daughter to have children in the same school grade
and each to be expecting again.  Apparently there in
Cutters Creek, women as old as sixty five and seventy
were still getting pregnant.

Not only were the locals breeding like rabbits, Annie
said, there was an influx of outsiders -- or rather,
of the trickle of outsiders who stayed in Cutter's
Creek for long, few ever left.  Most of young men sent
to build the new schools and day care facilities that
were eating so heavily into Alice's budget decided to
stay on when one (or more) of their girlfriends - and
the Cutters Creek girls were VERY friendly - turned up
pregnant.  

And as for the phalanx of young women the Department
had to recruit each year to teach in Cutter Creek's
burgeoning Elementary, Kindergartens, and Pre-school
classes, few made it through the year.  Most seemed to
get pregnant within weeks of arriving and by Christmas
all had full bellies and swollen tits that were
slowing them down.  By the end of the term they were
ready to go on State-paid maternity leave.  The lucky
ones were planning June weddings with the man that
knocked them up (if they knew who it was!), but most
had to settle for moving in with the man and his other
wives, or, more often than not, the boy and his
parents.  Junior high boys seemed to have no
difficulty getting their late twenties teachers to
drop their pants and let the little fuckers impregnate
them.

By the second week Annie's messages had become less
frequent and the shocked tone disappeared.  At the end
of her scheduled three-week stay, she sent word that
she would be taking a few weeks of vacation before
returning to the capital.

The woman who re-appeared in Alice's office six weeks
from her departure was hardly recognizable.  The
formerly serious, conservative matron was now smiling
and outgoing.  Her hair had been cut, colored and
curled, giving her a much more youthful appearance. 
Little by little Alice noticed a change in Annie's
wardrobe, too.  Baggy trousers and loose, mid-calf
skirts in somber colors that Annie used to favor gave
way to tight pants and bright, shrink-wrap miniskirts.
 Sensible flats were abandoned for flashy, strappy 4"
heels.  Suddenly country and western music could be
heard coming from Annie's office instead of Vivaldi
and Pachable.  Perhaps it was the frilly blouses she
had started wearing, but Alice had the impression that
Annie's bust size had increased rather considerably.

Naturally all the girls in her office speculated about
the causes of the boss's transformation.  Everyone
suspected a new man (the first man, as far as any of
them knew) in Annie's life, but no one had met him. 
"Whoever he is, he must be fucking her brains out,"
was the consensus explanation.

It was Alice who accidentally uncovered the secret. 
One evening when she was working late, she suddenly
remembered a report she had left in Annie's office. 
Finding the door closed, she knocked.  She heard
grunts and moans as Annie gasped, "Yes, oh yes!  I'm
coming.  I'm coming!"  When Annie opened the door
several minutes later, she was flushed and disheveled.
 Her tiny skirt was a mess, the frilly blouse was
half-buttoned wrongly, and only one stocking had been
pulled hastily into place.  A blond giant was grinning
sheepishly and fastening up his overalls.  Alice's
shock only deepened when she realized the man Annie
had obviously been fucking was in fact a boy of no
more than 15.

Annie saw Alice staring at her young swain.  "This is
my, er,  friend, Clem," Annie said breathlessly by way
of introduction.

"Mighty proud to meet yah, ma'am," the boy drawled,
offering her his huge callused hand.

Suddenly, everything became clear.  That cursed town! 
Annie had become infatuated with this boy, spent three
weeks shacked up with him there, and brought him home
with her.  The Cutters Creek boy -- Lord, he was big
--was the cause of the youthful behavior, the sexy
dress, and the silly grin plastered on Annie's face
when she arrived each morning.  Alice had never
imagined Annie was capable of such things but as she
stared at the boy, she got an inkling of what had
happened.  Notwithstanding his age, he exuded a
powerful masculinity.  He was beautiful, clear skin,
broad shoulders, narrow waist and even through the
overalls it was clear he had a massive cock.  No
wonder Annie had been screaming in ecstasy; Clem
probably had her bent over screwing her silly!  He
must be hung like a horse.  Alice felt her heart begin
to pound and an unfamiliar wetness invade her pussy. 
What was she thinking?  Turning, she fled to the
safety of her office.

A few weeks later Annie's wardrobe underwent another
and more ominous change.  She still wore her skirts
short, but now they were becoming looser "A"-lines,
just hanging from her definitely expanding chest. 
When it was already evident, Annie confirmed that
indeed she was expecting a baby in June.  "Right on
schedule," Alice though ironically.  From then on,
Alice could see it was a matter of time.  Annie slowly
lost all interest in her job.  She arrived happily
late, rushed away early.  She did little work; hardly
able to talk about anything but the baby Clem had
"given" her.  Just before Christmas, her belly already
bloated enormously, Annie confirmed that she was
taking early retirement the first of the year.  "The
cost of living is so low in Cutters Creek, my pension
will go a long way and Jenny has her savings, too."

"Jenny?" Alice asked, knowing Annie's sister had been
elected Sate Prosecutor at a by-election last summer.

"Yeah, she's about six week behind me, but she's
coming with us.  Clem wants us to bring the babies up
together.  Besides," she grinned, "Clem is eager to
start us on a couple more as soon as these two are
born."

The sight of a young man standing out in a field
brought Alice back to the present.  He looked a lot
like Clem: blond, tall, barrel-chested but with slim
hips.  She realized he had noticed her staring at him
and he waved.  She wondered it she was getting close
to Cutters Creek.

Around the next bend was her answer.  Alice had to
brake abruptly for the wagon in front of her.  As she
drove by carefully, very carefully on the narrow road,
she had plenty of time to observe the occupants.  In
the middle, holding the reins was a man of maybe no
more than 25 with a young woman, presumably his wife
snuggled close to his side.  Wait, at his other side
was another woman who looked like the twin of the
first and she was sitting just as close as the other
woman and looking just as wifely and just as pregnant
-- hugely pregnant.  If Alice wasn't mistaken, they
were wanking him.  In the back were their offspring. 
The phrase "children having children" popped into
Alice's mind as she saw two gawky boys energetically
fucking away at two younger and very pregnant girls.

A little farther along she came to the outskirts of
the little town.  Pulling her Lexis into a dilapidated
filling station complete with rusting tin roof,
unpainted plank walls, and ancient pick-up truck
rusting on blocks over to one side, Alice inquired
about lodging.  "Do you have a Marriott Courtyard, or
Best Western in town?" she asked the man filling her
tank.  The blank look was answer enough.  "Or maybe a
Days Inn or Red Roof?"

"If them's hoe-tels or moe-tels, we ain't got none
hereabouts," the grizzled old-timer replied.

"Where do visitors stay, in that case?"

"Mainly they stays with kinfolks, 'cept the couples
that comes to spend time in the Honeymoon Heaven.  You
got yourself a man?  Women that stays with at
Honeymoon Heaven with a man always leaves happy," he
leered.

"Oh!  Is that some sort of a bed and breakfast," Alice
remarked, trying not to feel put off.

"Don't know about no breakfast," he smirked, "but they
shore must have some good beds over there.  Most of
the wimen are startin' to get big bellies 'time they
leaves."  The man gave her another look that made
Alice uncomfortable, as if he was sizing her up for
some purpose.  "You looks pretty hot, ma'am.  Can I
gitcha somethin' to drank?"

Alice ignored the no doubt unintentional double
entedre and smiled at this backwoods courtesy,
although she wished now she had not worn the skirt
that was clinging to her hips rather revealingly. 
"Why, yes, thank you.  I'll have a Perrier lemon." 
The man's blank look indicated another misstep.

"We's got some mighty fine Spirit Springs water,
bottled right over in Fertile Valley.  Lemme gitcha
some.  Emmy Lou," he shouted, "git some water fer the
lady."  Moments later a girl appeared with a frosty
glass of water and a large unopened plastic bottle. 
Alice almost dropped it, as she gaped at the largest,
most over-stretched belly she had ever seen on such a
small girl; she couldn't be more than twelve.  "Emmy
Lou, gonna give us 'nother set o' twins, purdy soon,"
the man announced proudly, pulling up the little
girl's dress to caress her tightly stretched belly.

"Why this IS delicious," Alice agreed taking a sip to
avoid staring at the girl's down-covered pussy.  She
had not realized how thirsty she was; she drank the
entire glass.  "Thank you.  How much do I owe you for
the gasoline and the bottled water."

"Eighteen fifty for the gas.  The Church distributes
Spirit Springs water fer free.  It's part of their
evangelization work."

Alice smiled.  She didn't need evangelizing, but the
water was good.  She supposed these crackpot religious
groups did do SOME good.  She got back into her car
feeling distinctly better than before she had stopped.
 Most of the bottle of water was gone by the time she
found Honeymoon Heaven.

The establishment was larger than Alice would have
thought.  It was newly built but of logs in a
faux-rustic style.  A large front veranda greeted
visitors.  Apparently this was a pretty slow day; two
women, probably the proprietors were sitting in
rocking chairs near the entrance.  Alice could see
their happy expressions as she walked up; then she saw
why.  Both women had their blouses open and were
nursing babies from their enormous tits.  Then she did
a double take; the women were Annie and Jennie Boone. 
Annie's baby was larger than Jenny's, but even the
younger child seemed too large for it's age.  If Alice
remember correctly, Annie's due date was only about
three months ago.  These babies looked like they were
four or six months old.  The explanation, slightly
obscene, came to her in a flash.  "No wonder the
children are overgrown;  Look a the size of the
udder's on those women.  Those babies must be gorging
on breast milk."

"Alice!  Alice Wells as I live and breath," exclaimed
Annie, shifting the baby around to allow her to stand
up.  That gave Alice her second shock.  Annie was very
obviously pregnant again!  "Come up here and set a
spell."  Alice was amazed at how quickly Annie was
picking up the hillbilly dialect.

"Hi, Alice," Jenny added.  Although she couldn't have
given birth more than two months ago, under Jennie's
loose skirt Alice saw the hard flat belly of a
supermodel.

"Mary Lou, Angie Mae," Jenny called out, "y'all hep
Miz Alice with her bags."

Almost immediately two large blond girls that looked
amazingly like Clem appeared.  "Yes'am Aunt Annie,"
they said as they hefted Alice's bags inside,
apparently unconcerned they might harm the child each
was so obviously carrying.

"I's pleased as ..." Annie seemed to catch herself. 
"I mean how nice you decided to drop in on us, Alice. 
What brings you all the way out here to Cutters
Creek?"

"Annie!  Look at yourself, at your sister, at those
two girls.  Do you have to ask why I came?  I've got
to find out what is going on here and put a stop to
it.  This little town is going to bankrupt the State."

"But Alice, I explained all that in my final report. 
The people here are just extremely healthy, probably
because of the pristine environment, and attractive. 
What is so strange about them having babies?

"Annie!  You can't mean that.  We're talking girls of
12 and 13 and even of 9 and 10 having babies, not
mention..." Alice caught herself before she said
"women your age," and continued diplomatically, "older
women."

"Alice, let's not discuss this right now.  You've had
a long trip.  Let's get you to your room so you can
relax.  Then you come right back down here at
suppertime and we can talk all you want.  What do you
say you stay with us at no charge?  THAT will help the
State's budget that you are so worried about, won't
it?" Annie laughed.

Alice had to agree.  She was tired.  One of the
double-name blondes appeared again to take her to the
room.  "This way, Miz Alice, " she smiled.  As the
pregnant girl led Alice along the narrow corridors,
her feminine aroma filled the confined spaces.  Alice
could smell the girl's arousal and it affected her as
well.  She had heard that some women became incredibly
horny when they were pregnant.  This one must be a
little minx.  Probably as soon as she was finished
here, she would rush off to find the man that put this
bun in her oven to beg him to pour more cum into her
ravenous pleasure chute.  Alice wondered if she would
be constantly aroused and in need of constant sex when
she was pregnant, when her belly was as blown up as
this girl.  And how big would HER tits get?  If a
dried-up, flat-chested wisp like Annie Boone could
develop the set of knockers she had, her own would be
gargantuan, Alice thought.

"Your room, Miz Alice."

Alice was shocked to realize she had been following
the girl like a zombie, lost in an obscene daydream. 
How could she be even thinking about being pregnant? 
She had no husband or boyfriend and had never wanted
one.  How could she be fantasizing about childbearing?
 The warm wetness between her legs that such thoughts
produced was even more disturbing.

The room with a nice bucolic view was surprisingly
comfortable for such a hick town.  A throne-like bed
was the centerpiece, of course, but there was a
television with VCR player, a well stocked mini-bar
and even a small bookshelf with a few books.  Alice
was picked up one of the Honeymoon Heaven brochure she
found in the room.  The establishment promoted itself
as a place where couples who were having trouble
conceiving could come for help.  According to the
literature, the peace and quite of Cutters Creek, the
clean air and water, and the friendly surroundings
would help relieve stress that prevented pregnancy in
so many cases.  Some of the references quoted were
incredible.

Dear Honeymoon Heaven,

"Mable and I had two children when we were first
married, but then she decided to return to work and
postpone having more babies for a while.  The "while"
turned into twenty years and I was becoming more and
more concerned about her ability to bear more
children.  Unfortunately for me, her fertility was not
being seriously tested.  She was making sure we only
made love for a day or two during her safest period
each month and always insisted that I wear a condom. 
I had the impression that the infrequent sex was not
as much of a torture for her as it was to me."

"Then I heard of Honeymoon Heaven.  It wasn't easy to
persuade her to come.  She wasn't too keen on a
"second honeymoon" considering she got pregnant on the
first one.  Your rates are a little steep, but was it
worth it!  The first night she was still quite
reserved, but by Tuesday she didn't push me away when
I cuddled up to her and on Wednesday night she rubbed
up against me and asked me to make love to her.  I put
on a condom and she seemed to enjoy it very much. 
Thursday night she was even more eager and told me to
'fuck her.'  She enjoyed that even more.  On Friday
night she was almost crazy and wanted me to 'fuck her
brains out.'  On Saturday night she ripped the condom
right off me and pleaded with me to 'fuck her
pregnant.'"

"For the next two weeks Mable hardly wanted to get out
of bed.  When I couldn't get it up (and we were both
pleasantly surprised how often I could), she let me
eat her, something she had always refused me up until
then.  To make a long story short, by the time we
left, Mable's tits were already getting bigger and
soon after she got back she started acquiring that
delightful little bulge in her tummy that I thought
took a lot longer to appear.  Moreover, I'm happy to
say, her horniness did not decrease we got home.  She
demanded hot, frequent sex right up until the day our
daughter was born.  Since then she hasn't been able to
turn me down or insist on birth control.  I've knocked
her up with three more children and yesterday Mable
told me she's expecting again."

"Thank you, thank you, Honeymoon Haven

(signed)

Satisfied Husband

PS
Thanks, too, for persuading us to sign up for the
monthly shipments of Sprit Springs water.  Mable just
loves it!"

Other letters told of husbands whose virility
miraculously returned when wives finally got hubby to
Honeymoon Heaven, shy wives who became sexual
athletes, and grandmothers producing little aunts and
uncles for their grandchildren to baby-sit.  It was
all very strange and it is made her very hot.

Alice decided to seek to cool off with some light
reading.  To her horror she but found that the books
on the shelves all dealt with pregnancy themes,
"Mother Times Two" (about the birth of twins to a
happy single woman) "He Didn't Want Babies!" (trials
and tribulations of a woman who has difficulty
persuading her husband to make her pregnant), and
worst of all, "The Vargas Reader" (a collection of
stories by an obscure internet porwriter in which
virtually every woman character in every story gets
pregnant)!

Switching on the TV, she found that there was no
reception this far from the city and there was no
cable.  Fortunately there was quite a collection of
videotapes but they were all of a very particular
self-help kind: advice to women on the best ways to
get pregnant (positions, foods, fertility cycles), sex
during pregnancy (scene after scene of hugely pregnant
women enjoying sex - and were they enjoying it! -- in
different positions and venues) and exercises during
pregnancy (which led to more sex during pregnancy, see
above).

By now Alice was frantic.  Was there nothing in this
room that didn't have to do with pregnancy? 
Thankfully se remembered the mini-bar.  She found it
open and found with relief that in addition to the
ever-present Spirit Springs water, there was
collection of wines and liquor, although they were
local brands she had never heard of.  The beer and the
liquor proudly proclaimed being brewed with Spirit
Springs water ("Life-giving Water") and the wines were
a product of Church of the Spirit wineries.  Deciding
she needed something stronger than water, Alice opened
a bottle of "New Life" whisky, pored herself a double
over ice and tossed it down.

Alice was sitting, admittedly in a better frame of
mind after a second double whisky, wondering what kind
of a place she had come to when there was a knock at
the door.  It was the one of the blondes.  "Madam
Jennie said bring this to you.  She said it would help
you relax," the girl smiled handing Alice a box tied
with a large bow.

"Thank you," Alice replied, taking the box and waiting
for the girl to leave.  Instead, she just stood there,
smiling.

"Miz Jenny said you might could use some help."

"Help?"

"With the box."

Alice stared at the bow and began to untie it.  The
lid of the box opened easily.  Alice's eyes grew wide
with astonishment.  There in carefully laid out rows
were a series of dildos of various sizes and textures.
 Alice tried to re-close the lid rapidly, but her
fingers didn't coordinate well enough as she turned
beet red.  "I, er, I don't need any help" she said,
trembling slightly.

"If you say so," the girl smiled.

Alice had heard of things like these, but had never
even though about using one.  Only occasionally did
she masturbate to orgasm.  But she realized she needed
to.  This crazy day, the boy who waved at her, the
husband and wives and the children fucking in the
wagon, the aroma of the pregnant girl, and all the
bizarre things in the room had Alice in a frenzy.  She
looked at the objects in the box and selected a medium
size phallus-shaped dildo.  Shuddering, she replaced
it - and picked up the longest, thickest, knobieist of
the lot.

"Why am I so fucking HORNY!" she moaned."

A half hour later Alice had worked up quite a sweat
after climaxing four, five, she didn't know how many
times.  She downed a whole bottle of the water and
fell into and exhausted sleep.

Reverend Davis's "Afternoon Meditations" could barely
be heard from the speaker beside her bed.

To be continued.

Comments and suggestions welcome at
Vargas111@yahoo.com



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