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Some of you may have been following the goings on over in Fertile Valley.

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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, Alexi. 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, Cindy. 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 been sent her to take over as the new local head of the
State Welfare Department. 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 sixty
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
sporting big bellies.

Alexi Carpenter had been sent to Cutters Creek by the State Health Department
some months ago 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 pregnant and matrons who were "way" too old were having babies for the
first time in many years. The change in the attitudes of 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, Miss," to protect them from an unwanted pregnancy. Nevertheless, a
few months later when both mother and daughters appeared at Alexi's clinic,
their bellies already starting to show, they were blissfully happy to be having
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!" Cindy exclaimed, 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 hoping 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 horny 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 sure, Ralph was a little upset at first that
someone else beat him to the punch, but I wasn't worried. I was sure that 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 must not have come more than seven or eight times! 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 in Cutters Creek, 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 cuckolded, 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. 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
nervously. "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 secrete 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' 'bout 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 the
night 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 action to his words, Zeb 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 too much to 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 a 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, Mz Carpenter, but you'd better take `em
off."

The panties joined my skirt on the floor. I stood naked before this Jr. High
boy, 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 more likely 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," Cindy exclaimed sympathetically, but
perhaps a little turned on, too, and happy it hadn't been she. "Poor thing,
getting pregnant from one quick indiscretion, 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 her 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 her belly’s so big with
my baby, I can hardly get my thang 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 it's best to put in a couple
of 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* more times than I can
count) 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."

"If you mean will I keep letting Zeb fuck me, yes."

"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?

A while back I wrote to tell everyone about things in Cutters' Creek. To really
understand what's going on, you really ought to read not only "Cutters Creek,"
but Jimmy Davis's yarns about "Fertile Valley," because Cutter's Creek is just
up the mountain from there. In the first chapter we learned that practically
all the females from 10 to 70 are either have newborns, are pregnant or are
about to be. In Chapter 1 Alexi, the Public Health nurse in Cutters Creek, told
her stuffy friend Cindy, the Welfare Department representative, how she let
herself get knocked up, too, not that she could have done much to help it. She
also warned her younger colleague to mind her own business. Let's see what has
happened since.

*****

Several weeks had passed since Alexi's tension-filled conversation with Cindy.
Alexi hoped that her headstrong young friend would take her advice to steer
clear of the Church of the Spirit crowd, but she hadn't been able to keep much
in touch.

Partly it was work. The day after her talk with Cindy, both of the Meador twins
had their triplets on the very SAME DAY. Sally Mae and Ruthie Joe, the girls
who normally helped Alexi at the clinic, were both out that day with morning
sickness and Alexi wasn't as nimble as she used to be with her own little bulge
getting bigger by the day. To say she had her hands full was an understatement!

And the delivery was only the beginning of the problem. Soon Alexi had six
hungry babies and only four milk-filled titties - huge, well-supplied titties,
but still only four. Fortunately the twins' older sisters had just given birth,
too, and they had had only one baby each. A quick call got the two new aunts
down at the clinic and soon four happy women were being sucked by eight happy
babies.

The story had a happy ending in another way, too. The near crisis finally
convinced the State Health Department to send Alexi some help. She almost
jumped for joy when she saw the reinforcements that turned up the next Monday
morning.

Dr. Carlos Gonzalez was a hunk. Alexi grinned almost hungrily as she took in
the curly black hair, the smooth olive skin and the piercing blue eyes of the
young doctor. Actually, Carlos wasn't quite yet a doctor. The Department sent
him to Cutters Creek as part of his internship. Although Alexi was happy about
it, Carlos was not. He let it be known that he would rather be back in the
state capital at the university teaching hospital doing research. But he had a
commitment to the state and had to fill in during the emergency. Carlos also
let everyone know that Becca, his hot, blonde, society-girl fiancee, wasn't too
happy about not having her Latin lover to keep her satisfied morning and night,
either.

Neither of these facts unduly concerned Alexi. She was pretty sure what seeing
dozens of pregnant young females would do to the young man. She intended to be
the one to reap the benefits. Carlos might not intend to be unfaithful to
Becca, but Alexi had some ideas about how to change his mind.

By Wednesday afternoon things were quieted down and Alexi and Carlos were taking
a rare break. Carlos was still in shock about why so many women and girls in
Cutter's Creek were pregnant. Trying to be casual, Carlos asked Alexi about her
own pregnancy.

Alexi grinned. This was going to be her chance. "You know I'm not married,
don't you? I guess you think that makes me a 'bad girl.'"

"Of course not, Alexi. I see plenty of cases of unwanted pregnancy.
Contraception is never 100% certain."

"Would you think differently if I told you it was a twelve year old boy who
knocked me up?" she grinned.

"Twelve?"

"Yep! A scrawny kid with a donkey dick. And while he had it in me, there was
nothing I wanted more than him to put his baby in me."

"You WANTED to let a twelve year old boy make you pregnant?" Carlos asked
incredulously.

"I'd better tell you the whole story."

[See Chapter 1 for Alexi's story.]

*****

"And that the way I got my belly full of babies," Alexi sighed.

"Babies?" Carlos gasped, still trying to absorb Alexi's tale.

"Yeah he pumped me so full of jiz it put two in me," Alexi patted her pregnant
paunch and grinned as Carlos's eyes fastened on it, . She could see what
hearing about her experience was doing to him and she smiled. "Did you like my
story?"

"It - er -- demonstrates a different dimension of the phenomenon. We'll need to
go deeper to find out what's really going on," Carlos stammered.

"But I mean, you 'enjoyed' hearing how that donkey-horse- hung boy knocked me
up, didn't you?"

"It was ... er, edifying."

"So," she snorted, "your prick was 'edified' hearing how that boy got me so
horny I let him put a baby in me?"

"Alexi, it's not that at all ..."

"Isn't it? I saw you get that big hard on when I talked about getting a big
pregnant belly. Don't you enjoy thinking about getting women pregnant? I'll
bet you're looking forward to making your fiancee's tummy swell, aren't you?"

"Yes, but ..."

Carlos couldn't speak both from the arousal he felt and some guilt about his
conduct with Becca. Both as her fiancee and her gynecologist, he hadn't been
totally ethical. Child bearing was very important to Carlos. He had ten little
brothers and sisters. He could hardly remember his mother NOT having a big
belly. Carlos wanted a houseful of kids, himself. He was concerned that Becca
would not be able to have children; several female relatives of hers had not.
Besides, he figured her father couldn't object to their getting married if he
knew his daughter was pregnant. Therefore, without her knowing it, he had
switched Becca's contraceptives for fertility pills. If he were back home, he
would be waiting for the rabbit to die.

"And what about afterwards?" Alexi's amused voice brought him back from is
reverie "Once you've got your sweetie's belly huge and pregnant, do you intend
to keep fucking her?"

"Of course. The orgasms are very good for both mother and baby." Carlos
replied, happy to be clinical and have a moment to think, not that it did him
much good.

"Would you prescribe the same treatment for me?" Alexi grinned and rubbed her
belly.

"Alexi, don't ..."

"Don't what, Carlos? Don't pull up my smock and show you how smooth and tight
my baby filled belly is already? Don't show you how wet and pouty my pussy is?
Surely you know that pregnancy makes some women really horny, don't you?

"Er, yes."

"Ever eaten the dripping pussy of a horny woman with a bulging belly?"

"Er, ... no," he admitted.

By now Alexi was standing in front of the gaping Galen. Slowly she lifted
higher the hem of her ridiculously short maternity dress. "But if you had the
opportunity to get your mouth on the juicy cunt of a knocked-up woman, you'd
take it, right?" she said, sticking her belly in his face. The aroma of her
overheated twat hit him like opening an oven. He fought it for as many
nanoseconds as he could, then plunged his face into her moist muff.

It didn't take Carlos long to have Alexi screaming in one orgasm after another.
His skill at pleasuring Becca with his mouth was one of the reasons she had
chosen Carlos over many richer suitors. But -- surprise, surprise -- soon
neither Alexi or Carlos were satisfied with eating and getting eaten. "I've got
to get fucked, you wonderful cuntlicker. I want you cock in my pregnant pussy."

"Alexi??" he pleaded.

Without saying a word, she bent over and offered him her ass.

That was too much. Carlos lunged for her, but Alexi broke for the examination
room. In moments she had clambered onto the low table and dropped to her
elbows. "Woof, woof!" she grinned back at him, raising her ass in the air. God
what a sexy bitch though Carlos as he bunched her maternity smock above the now
noticeable bulge in her tummy. "Babies love it when Mommy cums," she cooed.
"Make my babies happy, Carlos. Make Mommy happy! Make Mommy come with that
beautiful cock of yours!" she cried, quite unnecessarily now, as Carlos had her
firmly by the hips and was pounding her vigorously.

"Yes, baby! Fuck me. Oh, shit, I need it! Fuckkkk meeeeieieieiei!" she
screamed over the excited man's grunts, coming hard as Carlos unloaded enough
spunk in the rutting woman to impregnate fifty fertile nurses. His pecker
didn't know she'd already been done and continued pumping jism into her hot
pleasure hole. Not that Alexi minded. She loved it and loved knowing she'd be
getting a lot more of this from now on.

*****

A few days later Alexi called Cindy to ask if she could bring Carlos along to
the next Health/Welfare inter- departmental meeting. Cindy seemed rather
distracted, but agreed to the usual time at her office. Alexi and Carlos's
arrival together was not a coincidence; they had spent the afternoon together.
Yeah, doing exactly what you are thinking. Since she had seduced him that first
week, Alexi spent every night and as many odd hours as possible with Carlos's
prick in her.

Alexi was shocked at the change she saw at Cindy's office. The gray walls had
been redone in pinks and blues. Gone were annual reports of the Welfare
Department and the pamphlets on how to get a job. In their place were magazines
and books about pregnancy and childbearing.

As she and Carlos waited, Alexi 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
single women how to get pregnant even if their boyfriends 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. She grinned,
seeing that pages of near nude women with paunches of varying sizes in
"Pregnancy Today" had given Carlos a 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 waltzed in. When they looked up, Alexi was stunned! Gone was the
slightly sourpuss expression she had seen in weeks past. Cindy was radiantly
happy. 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
something out between us."

Alexi and Carlos exchanged glances but Cindy was bubbling over and proceeded
with her story.

Cutters Creek 3 (MF, mc, preg)
By Homer Vargas

As she and Carlos waited, Alexi 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 grinned, seeing that pages of near nude women with paunches of varying
sizes in "Pregnancy Today" were giving Carlos 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 Alexi's silly "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 frigging, 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?"

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 her office in the state capital, 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 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 plus she was still slim and attractive, who was to
say she might not still decide to get married. Annie lived with her slightly
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.

She 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 was sure 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 little 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 given 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 bellies 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.

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 loose, mid-calf skirts in somber colors that
Annie used to favor gave way to tight pants and 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. 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 commmmmming!" 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 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. Annie had become infatuated with this boy,
spent three weeks shacked up with him in Cutters Creek, and brought him home
with her. He 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! 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, 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 if 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 upon 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? People that stays with at
Honeymoon Heaven 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 entendre 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 water is free. 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; it was Annie and Jenny 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 two 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. Amazingly, thought she must have given birth not more
than a month ago, Jenny's tummy was as flat as a mode's, although her tits were
something out of a porn magazine.

"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 to 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 gave her the baby 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,

"Mabel 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
ever having more babies, although 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 to 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! By Tuesday night
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 and pleaded with me to 'fuck her pregnant.'"

"For the next two weeks Mabel 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, Mabel’s tits were already getting bigger and
she had acquired 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 we've had three more children and yesterday Mabel
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 Spirit
Springs water. Mabel 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 made Alice very hot.

She 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
Children!" (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 on closer inspection they were all of a very particular
self-help kind: advice to women on the best ways to get pregnant (positions,
foods, fertility cycles, overcoming hubby's reluctance), 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 she 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. "Aunt Jenny 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.

"Aunt Jenny said maybe I could 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 this, but had never even though about using one.
Only occasionally did she masturbate to orgasm. But she realized she needed to
now. 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, knobbiest of the lot.

"Why am I so fucking HORNY?" she moaned. Alice didn't bother to remove her
dress; she just pulled down her panties, lay back on the bed and slid the
artificial cock into her amazingly well lubricated snatch. It felt s much
better than any man she's ever had, not that there had been many. Her fingers
flew in and out, quickly establishing a rhythm that would slowly bring her to
CLIMAX! Her body was wracked by orgasm almost as soon as she inserted the
device. Panting, she began again.

A half hour later Alice was bathed in sweat and profoundly asleep, her legs
splayed and the dildo between her limp fingers still in her pussy. "Guess she
DIDN'T need no help," the blond girl thought when she looked in on the new
guest. Moving silently, she switched on the radio. She didn't want the older
woman to miss Rev. Breed's "Evening Reflections."

Alice barely heard the chime that signaled supper in a half hour. Sluggishly
she opened her eyes. She was embarrassed to realize the dildo was still in her
moist twat. Slowly and a bit reluctantly -- it did feel good -- she removed it.
How could she have gotten so horny as to fuck herself into a stupor? And with
a sex toy? She was vaguely aware of an excitement but not the overpowering
arousal that had sent her to her bed to seek release from a pseudo - phallus.
Her head clearing, Alice opened her suitcase to find something to put on. She
regretted her choice in the clothes she packed; most of them seemed to
conservative for the informal atmosphere of the Bed &Breakfast. Her eye fell on
a short summer frock. She smiled as she picked it up.

*****

Alice couldn't believe all the food she had eaten. True, she had only had a
half tuna sandwich and diet coke for lunch. But did that explain her putting
down three pieces of fried chicken, a plate of black-eye peas with cornbread, a
helping of turnip greens, and two ears of corn dripping with butter? Plus she
washed it down with huge glasses of the local buttermilk. On top of that she
had said yes to an enormous slice of pecan pie with ice cream on top. She had
been ravenous, but part of the explanation was trying to stay busy and avoid
embarrassed stares at the goings on around her.

Clem sat at the head of the table like a minor prince flanked by Jennie and
Annie on either side. Farther away, the Prentice sisters (as Alice had learned
who the two blond girls were) sat next to their new "aunts." The big boy said
little, basking in the rapt adoration of four women for the man who had given
each a baby. Jennie and Annie were like schoolgirls on a date, giggling and
whispering things to in Clem's ear, clearly vying for his attention.
Occasionally Alice noticed one of the sisters close her eyes and purse her lips
in a way that told Alice the boy had just fingered her to orgasm. And the
aunties, in turn, were keeping the girls at their sides happy with a finger or
two where a horny pregnant teen needs it most. The smell of sex was
unmistakable.

"I guess it's the healthy country air," Annie had explained when Alice expressed
her concern about her appetite."

"But I'll explode if I keep eating like this! How do you manage?"

"Oh we don't worry about THAT!" Jennie laughed. Men here like their girls on
the chubby side, even when they don't have us eating for two."

Alice could not keep from noticing the change in the two sisters. While "dried
up" was perhaps unkind, back in the city both women had been quite thin,
especially upstairs. Alice supposed it was the pregnancies, but each woman now
must wear at least a D cup. Their hips had become wider and more womanly as
well. Both were radiant with fecund health.

"With all the walking up and down the hills around here, you won't have any
trouble keeping your figure at least you won't get fat from overeating, right
Clem darling?" Annie replied.

Alice could see him reach over and put his large hand on Annie's new bulge.
"You's got the kinnda figger Ah likes, Miz Annie," he said. Noticing a flicker
of hurt in her eyes, Clem diplomatically patted Jennie's smaller belly and
added, "Yore's , too, Miz Jennie." Alice would have sworn the two women
orgasmed slightly at his expression of approval.

When her eyed uncrossed, Annie looked to her two "nieces." "Mary Lou and Angie
Mae, could you hep Clem out back fer a spell; your Aunt Jennie and me needs to
talk to Miz Alice."

Hearing this backwoods diction come out of the mouth of a woman with two masters
degrees astounded Alice. Clem beamed as the two girls jumped up and skipped
over to their brother's chair. "Sure'uf, Aunt Annie, we'll help Clem REAL
good."

"Now you be careful how you 'help' Clem," Annie joked. I don't want him gittin'
you girls any more pregnant that you are already"

"What's wrong, Aunt Annie," one giggled. "You jealous 'cause Clem ain't give
you twins yet like he done us?"

Alice rolled her eyes at these "McCoy-esque" attempts at humor as the two girls
led Clem away, stroking the bulge in his pants. She was pretty sure he wouldn't
have it much longer. Those two minxes would fuck the poor boy until he was a
noodle. Now if SHE were taking care of hi... My god! What was she thinking?

"I suppose you want to talk, Alice," Annie said turning to her former boss who
was watching Clem disappear with a hand under the dress of each of the girls.
"Huh? Oh, ...talk ... yes" Alice stuttered.

"Well, shall we go to the parlor? Jennie, honey, bring a bottle of 'Sprit d'Val
and we'll have a nice girl to girl chat." Before she could react, Annie had
taken Alice's arm and was leading her from the table. She still felt a bit slow
and stuffed with food when Alice drew her down onto the sofa. Moments later
Jennie was standing before her with a bottle and three glass of wine.

"We bottle it her from local grapes," Jennie announced cheerily. "It's really
good."

Alice wasn't convinced, but took a glass for politeness. Jennie slipped in
beside her, closer than Alice was used to.

"So, Alice, what do you need to know that wasn't in the reports I sent back?"

"Why, everything, Annie." Alice managed to reply, collecting her thoughts.
"You told us WHAT was happening, but not why? Why do girls of 11 and 12 get
pregnant? Why do women in their fifties and sixties start having babies again?
Why do the teachers who come here... why did YOU give up a career to rusticate
in this backwater? Do you have any explanation?" Alice's voice was rising in
pitch.

"Calm down Alice, girl, we can explain everything. Take your wine; we have all
night."

Jennie passed lifted her the glass and smiled. "To life?"

Annie raised her glass in agreement. "Yes, to new life."

Alice took as sip, but Annie and Jennie poured back as good slug. Alice had to
admit the wine was good. She took another sip. The sisters sat on either side
of her and smiled. "You knew I never married, never had had a boyfriend, didn't
you?" Annie asked

Alice nodded.

"And you knew Jennie and I lived together, too? Did you think we were
celibate?"

Alice's jaw dropped.

"We thought we didn't need men; we had each other," Jennie added, giving her
older sister a squeeze. "We shared everything, including our bodies. I was as
shocked and astounded as you when Annie told me she had met a man in Cutters
Creek."

"Exactly, Annie!" Alice exclaimed. "You had a good job and a stable life, why
give it up for this...BOY?"

"You say my life was stable, Alice? How about boring?" Annie replied "I was a
single, middle age, sexually frustrated woman. My chances of marriage and
children was less than of being struck by lightning. I found comfort in
Jennie's arms, but even then, I knew something was missing. I was getting old,
Alice. Now look at me! I feel years younger, and more of a woman than I've
ever been. I'm nursing a beautiful baby daughter and have another baby on the
way. After Catherine was born and before Clem did this to me," Annie stopped,
grinned, and patted her belly, "my waist measure had shrunk by two inches, but
my hips and bust had expanded by four. I'm a damn sexy woman and I have a horny
sixteen-year-old boy fucking my lights out every day to prove it."

"And he's got enough left over to keep me plenty satisfied, too," sighed Jennie.

"I get more sex in a day, Alice, than most women get in a month! When I go up
to bed tonight, Clem will be there waiting for me. He may be asleep, but his
cock won't be. When I pull back the covers to get in with him, my pussy will
get wet just to see that hard young body and those delightful blond curls.
Hell, my pussy's wet right now just thinking about him. Although it really
isn't necessary, I'll give his half-hard cock a kiss to stiffen him up. I love
the taste of that little drop of precum that's always on the time of that
wonderful woman-pleaser. Then I'll lower myself onto him, feeling him fill me
up, stretch me with his manhood. Even though his slutty sisters have had him
filling their greedy little pussies for hours, Clem always has enough for me. I
can fuck myself to orgasm after orgasm on his sweet cock and then he'll reward
me with a blast of semen."

"Tomorrow morning I'll wake up with his head between my legs. He'll climax me
at least twice before he crawls on top of me and blasts me full of his thick
delicious come. I'll still be leaking boy spunk at noon."

"You gave up everything, just for sex?" Alice asked incredulously.

"Just?" Annie smiled.

"I understand, Alice" Jennie interjected. "I asked almost the same thing. For
a couple of weeks after she moved Clem in with us, I turned up my nose at my
'sex-crazed' big sister. I tried to ignore the cries of ecstasy every night
coming from her room. I pretended not to notice my sister's happy, satisfied
face every morning and the semen running down her leg. When I found out she was
pregnant, I had a fit. I tried to confront her, then Clem. He had no idea why
I wouldn't be overjoyed that my forty-year-old sister was going to have a baby
with a high-school boy she wasn't married to. And looking at them, both so
happy, I couldn't think of any reason not to be. A few days later I was in bed
with Annie kissing my titties while Clem fucked me silly. We like to think he
got me pregnant that first time we fucked."

Alice was terrified by these tales, but her flowing pussy reminded her that she
was excited, as well. "I can't understand. It can't be!" she cried. "It
makes no sense!"

"It's a lot to absorb in one day, Alice," Annie said sympathetically. "Look
around Cutters Creek for yourself. Talk to people. Relax and enjoy the scenery
and the friendly folks here. Now, if you will excuse me, there is a
sixteen-year-old boy upstairs who is waiting to fuck my brains out" Annie
grinned and winked at Jennie.

"Yes, I know you must be very tired. Have a good night's sleep. It'll all make
better sense in the morning," Jennie added.

That was the first sensible thing anyone had said all night. Alice realized
just how sleepy she was from the food and -- had she really drunk three glasses
of wine? The slightly tipsy State Superintendent of Education stood up to make
her way back to her room and fall into bed.

"Let me help you," Jennie smiled and slipped her arm around the older woman.
Somehow, it felt good. The air was heavy with the scent of night-blooming
flowers as Jennie guided Alice unsteadily toward her bungalow. The radio was on
to some religious broadcast when they reached the room, but Alice was too sleepy
to pay much attention. She stood and looked around the room as if not knowing
what to do next.

"You've had a long hard day, Alice," Jennie whispered. You must be very
sleepy." Gently she began to unbutton the blouse of the dazed woman.

"No, 'salright," Alice slurred.

"Of course it'll be alright, honey," Jennie purred and she continued to undress
the older woman. "All that wine and talk about Clem fucking us so good and
giving us babies just has you aroused. I'll help you relax so you can really
sleep. Jennie was kissing Alice's neck as she unclasped her bra.

"'s Kay, Jennie, but I don't need ..."

Jennie's kiss full in the mouth stopped Alice's protest even as the young woman
began to feel up her older companion. "Yes, you DO need. Such beautiful
breasts, baby. So much bigger than Annie's or mine were before. These will
plump up really nicely." She was toying with Alice's nipples now. "And already
quite sensitive. You're going to love it here."

Something was wrong, Alice knew. Everything! She had been horny since she
arrived at this benighted backwater. She had fucked herself silly with an
artificial cock before supper and now was letting this young bisexual seduce
her. But if it was wrong, why did it feel so good? Jennie's hands were making
her breasts glow with pleasure. Involuntarily, she relaxed into the young
woman's arms.

"Poor horny baby," Jennie cooed. "Need to come so bad. Let's get these off of
you." Alice had been unaware when Jennie had removed her dress and her own.
She just realized they were both stripped down to nothing but their panties
Jennies hand was in hers. Alice attempted briefly to struggle, but Jennie
calmed her with a quick brush of her clit. "That's a good baby." She felt her
last remaining protection fall to her ankles. "Step, honey. Don't want to
trip." Amazingly, Alice obeyed.

Jennie was kissing her again and her fingers were playing wonderful games in her
pussy. "So wet for me, aren't you? Let's get you in bed so I can give this
juicy puss the loving she needs!" Effortlessly, Jennie guided Alice to the bed.
Kissing her again, she and lay her out, gently spreading her legs and opening
her to Jennie's attention. "What a beautiful pussy you have Alice, hot and wet,
the kind men like. You're going to make someone very happy, darling, but me
first!"

Alice had never felt a woman's lips on her sex before, but the jolt of pleasure
almost made her pass out. She felt her pussy clench and an orgasm took her!
Jennie stopped to admire. Alice was as beautiful as Annie had told her,
especially her pussy. There was nothing that makes a woman more special than
her pussy, Jennie thought. She had seen and tasted plenty of them. They came
in all different sizes, colors and shapes; some were tucked inside like a little
girl's cunnie and some had thick luscious lips that come out to greet you. Some
were nested in bushes of fur and others are covered with transparent fuzz. She
appreciated Alice's wild, unused qualities and told her, although not in those
words.

Jennie knew women are a good deal more verbal than men, especially during
lovemaking. Clem could make her come just by telling her what he was about to
do. "Oh, Alice, baby. You have the cutest pussy. Let me make it wetter for
you, so wet," she whispered all the time she was petting and stroking the woman.
"That's it, honey, let me love your beautiful quim."

Gently Jennie pulled the lips apart and nosed Alice's inner lips, giving them
their first, playful lick. The older woman shuddered. Next Jennie spread the
tops of Alice's unvisited pussy until she found her clit. She blew it a soft
salute, but avoided touching her there yet. Jennie would work up to that
slowly. Before she had Alice sufficiently aroused, her clit would be too
delicate to be handled. Cooing endearments, Jennie stalked Alice's pussy
slowly, knowing that women, even more so than men, love to be teased. She
zeroed in on the inner part of her victim-lover's thigh, a most tender spot.
She licked it, kissed it, made designs on it with the tip of her tongue. Jennie
came maddeningly close to Alice's pussy, then floated away. She never let Alice
know just when she would strike. Suddenly Jennie was licking the crease where
Alice's leg joined her pussy. She felt Alice quiver as she nuzzled her face
into Alice's untamed bush. Brushing her lips over Alice's now flowing slit
without pressing down further excited the inexperienced woman. Jennie knew she
had her! Soon Alice was bucking up from the bed, straining to get more of
Jennie to her. It was time. Jennie put her lips right on top of Alice's slit.

Gently, Jennie kissed her sex, then harder. With her tongue, Jennie separated
Alice's pussy lips and when she opened up, her seductress ran her tongue up and
down between the layers of Alice's pussy flesh. God she loved the taste of a
horny pussy! Almost as much as having her own tasted. Gently she spread
Alice's unresisting legs a little more with her hands.

Gently, ever so gently, Jennie began to tongue-fuck the woman. Alice's moans of
arousal and frustration told her she was teasing her partner unmercifully. Now,
far from rejecting the sweet manipulation of her sex as degrading or perverted,
Alice was dying for some attention her clit. Jennie took a quick look. Alice's
clit had gotten hard enough to peek out of it's covering. Alice wailed when
Jennie licked it and again when she licked harder, pressing into her skin.

Pulling the pussy lips gently aside, Jennie flicked her tongue against Alice's
uncovered bud. She did it quickly. Alice's legs shuddered. Sensing that Alice
was approaching orgasm, Jennie made her lips into an O and took the sensitive
flesh into her mouth. Starting to suck gently, Jennie looked up at Alice's face
for her reaction. She could handle it so she began to suck harder. Alice was
responding enthusiastically. "Typical," thought Jennie. The frigid ones are
always the hottest, once you cracked their shell. She sucked he clit harder.
Alice lifted her pelvis into the air with the tension of her rising orgasm.
Jennie hung on, keeping her hot mouth on Alice's clit. "Don't stop. Please!
Don't ever stop!" Alice wailed.

Jennie had no intention of stopping. She was pleased with Alice so far but she
wanted to do something else to intensify the naive woman's pleasure. She began
to finger-fuck Alice who was enjoying her teacher's cunt- licking talents.
Jennie made for the sensitive area at the roof of her vagina. This is what
drove Jennie crazy when Clem fucked her. Well, there was no cock handy so her
fingers would have to do the fucking.

Wetting them with Alice's flow, Jennie slipped one then two fingers into her
pussy. She slid them inside, rubbing slowly at first, then a little faster,
massaging Alice's G spot rhythmically with a "come here" motion. Paying careful
attention to Alice's responses, Jennie speeded up only when her pupil did.
Alice's ragged breathing told the young woman what to do. Sucking her clit and
finger-fucking her at the same time, Jennie was giving Alice far more
stimulation than any man could with a cock alone. She could feel Alice's almost
uncontainable excitement build. The aroused State Superintendent of Education
turned red and began to tremble.

Even when Alice's orgasm broke, Jennie didn't let go of her clit, hanging on for
the duration. When Alice started to come down from the first come, Jennie
pressed her tongue along the underside of Alice's clit, leaving her lips
covering the top. Gently, she moved her tongue in and out of her cunt. Her
fingers were still inside and she began to move them a little too, gently
though, knowing how sensitive Alice would be just now. Bingo! Alice was off
towards another orgasm.

Not content just to make her lover come, Jennie wanted to make Alice a
love-slave. She didn't leave her leave her alone for a second. She talked to
Alice, stroked her body, caressed her breasts, pinched her nipples. She
continued making love to her quietly until Alice had floated all the way down
into a deep, exhausted sleep.

Jennie was tired, too and gathered the post-orgasmic woman in her arms. They
would nap for a while before their next session when she hoped to show Alice how
to return a favor. Jennie reached over to adjust the volume of Rev. Breed's
"Nocturnal Reflections." The program always helped her sleep. She knew it
would help Alice even more.

Thanks to Billy Breed for the inspiration and the used of one very hot scene.

It was a struggle for Alice to get up the next morning. She and Jennie had
made love -- well, Jennie had done most of the making -- for most of the night.
Now Jennie was lying curled in the bed they had shared, tuckered from her
exertions. Alice had never been with a woman before, but it had been wonderful.
Her younger companion's long years with Annie had taught her just how to please
a woman. Alice had never come so many times in one night. She was tempted to
awaken Jennie and start again, but reason prevailed. She had come to Cutters
Creek for a purpose, not to let this beautiful bisexual woman fuck her silly.

She had to get to the bottom of the absurd behavior of everyone in this crazy
town. No reason to beat around the bush. Alice decided to go to inspect the
school first. She really didn't have time for a big breakfast but allowed the
Prentice sisters to prepare her a "little sump'n." That turned out to be a
mountain of waffles drowned in thick strawberry syrup and served with pounds of
the local cream cheese, platters of bacon, over easy eggs and a pitcher of
freshly-squeezed orange juice spiced just right, although Alice didn't know it,
with several slugs of the local brandy. By the time she pushed herself away
from the table, Alice was feeling sleepy and -- amazingly, considering how she
had spent the night -- horny again.

The school LOOKED normal enough, set back on the top of a hill, circular drive
and flagpole out front. Alice though she might find out more if she did not
announce herself to the principal. She strolled through the halls as if she
were the mother of a student there. There was only one distinctive thing about
Alice, although she was not aware of it: she was the only woman who was not
pregnant or nursing or both. Poking her head into several classrooms, she saw
sums being done, maps being explained and spelling words written on blackboards.
Nothing looked out of the ordinary until she reached what appeared to be a sex
education class.

On these walls were large posters showing in rather more detail than Alice
thought necessary, the parts of the human reproductive system with the female
erogenous zones well marked. Even more shocking were other posters showing
couples actually "doing it." Each lifelike picture was labeled, "Missionary,"
"Doggie," "Riding St. George," "Ankles-to-Ceiling," "Shoulder Drape," and
numerous other positions Alice had never heard off. Were they using the Kama
Sutra as a text, she wondered. Another wall had drawings of a nude young woman
-- a girl really -- in various stages of pregnancy. Neither the instructor, a
handsome young man in his late twenties or the normally rowdy students seemed to
be paying much attention to the lewd images on the wall.

"Settle down now students," announced the instructor. "Today we are going to
have a class on making a baby."

Alice was so astonished she was not sure she had heard correctly.

"Aw, Mr. Johnston. We did that last year," complained one boy.

"Yeah, we know all 'bout makin' babies," a girl added. Everyone giggled as she
patted her own bulging tummy. "See!"

Even having read all the reports that Annie had send in, Alice was still not
prepared to see a young girl so enormously pregnant. The child was HUGE. Alice
didn't know how the girl could stand with a distended belly poking so far in
from of her. Why, the size of her tits alone would have unbalanced a larger
woman.

"Just because you got yourself knocked up, Molly, doesn't mean even YOU know all
about it. Besides, not everyone has a couple of uncles and a brother in the
house to show them how, like you do. For example, who knows how to tell on
which day a woman is most likely to get a baby in her tummy?

"That's easy, Mr. Johnson," a tall boy answered raising his hand.

"Alright, Ebeneezer, tell us"

"The day she gets a boy to put his thang in'er and fill'er up with baby juice."

The class exploded in laughter and Mr. Johnson looked a little cross with
himself at having set up the smart-Alec's reply. "Yes, and how does a boy
decide which day to do that, Ebeneezer?" the teacher tried to recover.

"'Which day?' I don't know what you mean, Mr. Johnson. Sally May wants me to do
it every day a couple of times at least. I guess she don't want to take no
chances." A nervous titter from a pretty pregnant girl in the back of the class
confirmed the boy's surmise.

"That's all very well, Ebeneezer, when you've got just two or three wives or
sisters or girlfriends and you can keep all of them filled up, but when you get
older, you may have dozens of women that you will want to keep knocked up. You
can't fuck them all every day, can you?"

"Gosh, Mr. Johnson, I never though about that," the boy admitted as the other
students giggled at his embarrassment.

"So you have to be able to tell when a woman is 'fertile,' you can fuck each one
on the best day and make them all pregnant."

"Wow!" exclaimed a thin little girl, thin except for her belly and rack, that
is. "And I thought Pa was just lucky with me, and Ma and my twelve sisters."

"You see, class; that's why you go to school, to learn thing that will help you
when you grow up. Now who can tell me what 'fertile' means?" he paused to write
the word on the blackboard.

A lanky boy in the front row grinned and raised his hand, "Does it mean a guy
can preg up a girl the very first time you do her, like I did Emmy Lou?"

"No, Elmer, I believe you are thinking about 'virile.'" Mr. Johnson wrote
V-I-R-I-L-E on the board, too. "Anybody else?"

"Ah knows," a young giant from the back said. "It's when a boy's pecker gets
real big and hard anytime it's near a good pussy. Like mine when I'm with
Bonny. You want us to show you, Mr. Johnson?" A tiny girl beside him with the
merest hint of a belly brightened at the thought.

"Er, no, Jeremiah, that won't be necessary during this lesson. The condition
that Jeremiah is describing is called 'potency.'" P-O-T-E-N-C-Y was added to the
list.

"I remember you told us that a boy and girl can make a baby when the boy fucks
his baby juice into the girl's pussy and his sperms find her eggs," a blond girl
said. "So I guess 'fertile' is when her eggs are in the best place to get
found."

"Very good, Cindy Dee! Did you know that you were fertile the day you got
pregnant?"

"No, sir. It just kinda happened. A few months ago Jody came into us girls'
room one night purdy soon after we heard Ma start getting' it from Pa. Jody
said Pa was gonna fuck another baby into Ma and he wanted to fuck one into me.
His pecker was so big and hard I just opened up my legs and let him put it in
me. Didn't hurt 'cept a little the first time. Then it shore did feel good!
We've been doin' it every night since. Seems me and Ma caught 'bout the same
time."

Alice was in a state of shock hearing this class and, to tell the truth, she was
getting rather turned on by it.

"You see, class, neither Cindy nor Jody really knew how to make a baby because
they didn't know which day Cindy was ..." he paused.

"Fer-tile" the class chorused.

"Very good! OK so now we know WHY it's important to find out when a girl is
'fertile.' Now what girl would like to volunteer to help me show us HOW to tell
she is 'fertile?'"

Suspecting that this might result in having their handsome Sex-Ed teacher's
reportedly very large prick in them, all the girls tried to jostle their way
forward. "Juanita, Linda Sue, Becky Jane, ya'll just step back," the teacher
admonished. "You know you're already pregnant."

To a disappointed chorus of "Aw, Mr. Johnson!" most of the eager girls returned
to their seats. Only two remained, looking quite uncomfortable.

"Well, Jill Finch and Sarah Reiley," he smiled. "I guess it's no surprise that
you girls who have not been in Cutters Creek long would have some "catching up"
to do. Neither one of you are pregnant are you?"

Both girls shook their heads.

"But you have been fucking, haven't you?"

"Oh, yes Mr. Johnson!" Sarah exclaimed excitedly. "Jason Miller did me on the
hayride last week and he's..."

"That's alright Sarah. We can all imagine what Jason has been doing to you
without your telling us. What about you Jill?"

Jill shook her head, to the surprise and dismay of the class. "I'll do'er,"
rang out a voice from the back of the class, but the teacher ignored the
interruption.

"Well, this is a little out of the ordinary. We usually cover deflowering
virgins in the elementary school classes, but I guess a review of that topic
wouldn't be out of order. Is that alright with you dear," Mr. Johnson asked
kindly.

Jill didn't know what to think but her friend Sarah was mouthing "Yes." She
nodded.

Mr. Johnson pulled the young teen into his lap while continuing to face the
class. "Well, the preliminaries are all the same, whether you want to check a
girl's fertility or you already know you are going to fuck her. The first thing
is to arouse her," he instructed.

"Why, Mr. Johnson? Shit, my Francine is 'roused all the time, anyhow," Abe
Stoval remarked.

"Yes, Abe, but you have Francine already knocked up. Not all girls and women
are that horny, at least not all the time." Johnson sensed some incredulity at
this last statement and indeed it did seem rather hypothetical here in Cutters
Creek where all the women WERE horny all the time. But he continued on "by the
book."

"Do you have any special erogenous zones, Jill, honey?"

The excited girl looked at him uncomprehendingly.

"I mean what really turns you on?"

"I don't know," Jill said, not entirely truthfully. Lately almost everything
turned her on, especially Cliff Cooper. Jill liked Cliff, but she didn't have a
chance with him. He already had a girlfriend named Mandy whom Cliff had knocked
up recently and the pregnancy had given the girl huge tits. Jill envied those
tits; all the boys in school stared at the girls with big tits. Hers had grown
from an A to a C since she moved here, but they were still a lot smaller than
Mandy's or most of the other girls.

"Well, what to you do when you masturbate?" Her teacher's question brought her
back from her reverie. "Where do you touch yourself to get off, you know, to
please yourself?"

Jill turned bright red. "I don't DO that, Mr. Johnson! Mamma always told me
..."

Jill's words were immediately drowned out by a roar of disbelief. Cat calls of
"No, way!" and "Liar, Liar, Pants on fire" filled the room.

"Class! Class!" Johnson spoke up to restore order. "Is that anyway to behave
with a new student? Jill isn't from around here and outlanders have some funny
beliefs about sex and trying NOT to make babies. Jill just hasn't been in
Cutters Creek long enough to lean our ways. You all studied masturbation in
third grade. Outlanders let their children learn from other children and
sometime the girls don't learn until they are fourteen or fifteen!"

This revelation left the class thunder struck, as they briefly tried,
unsuccessfully, to imagine how a girl could have survived without masturbating
several times daily since she was were nine or ten. Derision was instantly
replaced by sympathy for the poor girl sitting in Mr. Johnson's lap.

"OK honey we'll take this nice and slow. You've go a lot to learn today," Mr.
Johnson whispered as he began to lick Jill's ear as his fingers started removing
the girl's blouse.

"One of the most important erogenous zones for most women is their breasts."
Johnson continued as the girl's bra fell away and he cupped her modest tits in
both hands. He sensed a bit of surprise at how small they were, probably no
more than a C cup, but her areola were large and dark and promised fuller
development later. Jill's eyes were closed as she absorbed the strange
wonderful feeling of a man's hands on her boobs.

"Breasts are very sensitive and should be felt up gently, at least initially.
Although women enjoy having a man's hands on their breasts felt, especially the
nipples," Johnson paused as Jill moaned and wiggled her little butt in response
to her teacher's fingers pinching and twisting her nipples, "it's much better to
kiss and suck them with your mouth."

The class watched intently as Johnson buried his face in the girl's breasts and
began alternately to kiss and lick and suck each firm globe as the hand
continued to stimulate other. Jill didn't surprise anyone when she started
moaning more loudly. When she began to buck and cry out, however, they were
impressed.

"Wow, Mr. Johnson's making her come just by working on her boobies!" one boy
remarked

"What a little hotie SHE's gonna be," Jody Wren remarked in admiration.

"Maybe I could be a hotie, too!" Cindy Dee spat. "Why ain't you never gone nice
and slow and made ME come like that Jody?" Several other girls likewise frowned
at their boyfriends in agreement.

By now, however Mr. Johnson was ready for the next segment of the lesson. This
was so much fun, Johnson considered requesting a transfer back to sixth grade
where first impregnation was a regular part of the curriculum.

"We'll have to remove you skirt and panties for this part honey," her teacher
whispered to the still post-orgasmic girl. Jill was too blissed out to resist
when her skirt fell to the floor and her white cotton panties were pulled down
over her slowly spreading hips and dropped to her ankles.

"A girl who has been properly felt up and had her titties well sucked, should be
quite wet here," Johnson explained as he slipped a finger into Jill's pussy,
which spasmed in gratitude. "But even if she's already come before, it's still
nice to let a girl you like have another orgasm or two on your fingers." Mr.
Johnson had hardly said the words when Jill began to bray and buck and babble
about wanting to get fucked. It was tempting to skip ahead in the lesson, but
Johnson's pedagogical training served him in good stead as he gently lifted the
delirious girl and lay her on the bed that was part of the standard equipment of
the Sex-Ed class.

"Making the woman come repeatedly before you actually fuck her is very
important, whether you intend to breed her that day or just want to make sure
she will be willing when you do. Direct stimulation of her pussy, especially
the clit, with tongue or lips is the surest way to make a woman come and come
and come" he explained.

Jill's howls of ecstasy as soon as Mr. Johnson's mouth touched her hot little
pussy proved their teacher's point to the delighted class. Jill was getting
close again and didn't care who heard her this time. But suddenly the tongue
was removed, leaving only the fingers in her pussy to please her. Although they
were nice, the orgasm that had been building began to fade. Distantly she heard
the voice of her Sex Ed teacher speaking.

"Ok everyone gather around. You see she's almost ready." The fingers moved up
to circle her clit. "You all know the parts of the pussy, so we won't need to
go over that." There was a round of chuckles. Then the teacher's voice
continued, "Boys I want you to get a whiff of her scent. Does it smell
different than other pussies you've smelled before?" There was a general murmur
of ascent. "Can anyone tell me why?"

The skilled fingers were driving Jill back toward orgasm; she concentrated on
the sensations and heard the voices as if from far off. "She's ready to accept
the spirit today?" a strong young voice replied. Distantly Jill recognized the
voice as belonging to Cliff Cooper.

"That's right," the gym teacher's voice replied. "But, them, you should know;
you already knocked up Mandy didn't you?" Again there were chuckles. "I'd say
Jill is mid-way through her cycle and probably dropped an egg last night."

"Gosh, Mr. Johnson, you can tell that just from sniffing her pussy?" an amazed
boy asked.

"When you've had as much experience as I have, especially if it's a woman you're
used to fucking. The smell and the taste," Johnson smiled as he dramatically
licked a drop of Jill's pussy juice that clung to his lips "is so much sweeter
when woman's ready for a baby. But that's not the only way. Look here."
Briefly the teacher removed his finger from Jill's dripping fuck hole and
touched it to his thumb and then drew them apart. "What do you notice about her
juice?" he asked.

"It's THICK!" someone responded.

"That's right. Sort of makes you think about "egg" white doesn't it?"

There was a giggled murmur.

"But that's not all. Put your finger in here." The teacher moved so that
several of the boys and two or three of the girls could run their fingers in
Jill's gushing pussy. "How does it feel?"

"Oh, it feels soo good, Jill moaned."

"Not you, honey," Johnson shushed. "What about it, class?"

"She's really slick," a girl said.

"That's right. He pussy has made her juice especially slick so the man's prick
can slide in extra deep and dump all those sperm as close to her womb as
possible. Now did anyone notice anything else about Jill today?"

Silence.

"Does anyone remember what happened as soon as I put my finger in her?"

"Yeah, she started coming in no time," a girl laughed.

"That's it; her climax was very quick. So ... Remember. When a girl is ready
have a baby, her cum is thicker, slicker and quicker!"

The class was laughed, but Johnson was loosing interest in them. There was a
beautiful, aroused, fertile girl with her legs spread before him. He was going
to nail her! "Move to where you can see, I'm going to give a demonstration of
how to knock a girl up."

There was the sound of people moving around and the fingers left Jill's pussy.
She opened her eyes to watch the teacher climb on top of her. Jill had always
admired her Sex Ed teacher's thin muscular frame with blond hair and enchanting
blue eyes. Jill liked the idea of him putting a baby in her. "Everyone move so
you can see my cock entering her. See how I stretch her vaginal opening?"

Again there was the sound of general assent, but this time Jill heard a girl
give a high moan. Mr. Jackson must have heard it to because he said, "what's
the matter Miss Reiley?"

"Ooh nothing, nothing's wrong sir," Sarah gasped. "Ooh God yes! Jacob was
standing behind me and I guess he liked the demonstration so much he just got so
turned on he had to shove his cock in me." The girl then dissolved into a series
of low moans and grunts.

Alice, who was observing everything, knew she ought to do something to stop this
obscene perversion of public education. A minor girl was about to be fucked and
impregnated in a classroom SHE supervised! But she was so turned on herself, she
could do nothing. Quite without her realizing when, her right hand had found
its way under her skirt and into her panties and was softly stroking her clit
while her left had was inside her blouse teasing her right breast. Her breath
had become ragged as her orgasm approached.

The teacher chuckled under his breath. "There are always a few who get so
turned on they can't wait," he said to Jill under his breath. Then he began
shoving his massive cock inside Jill, inch after delightful inch stretching her
wider and wider. When she felt his massive balls slap against her ass Jill's
world exploded in a massive orgasm.

"Some very fertile women are so ready for impregnation they orgasm as soon as
they're fully penetrated," the teacher commented casually as he began working
his massive tool in and out of Jill's tight cleft. "Remember, the more she
orgasms the more easily she'll be impregnated, so take your time and make her
enjoy it. Some times all it takes to make her cum again is to point out what is
happening to her."

Mr. Jackson brought his face close to Jill's right breast and his tongue snaked
out to tease her nipple. "If I come in you, honey, pretty soon my baby will be
doing this. Would you like that, like to have a big baby-filled tummy and nice
milky tits" he whispered. Jill convulsed in another orgasm. The teacher pulled
his face from back and continued pumping as Jill recovered from her back to back
orgasms.

After a minute or so he said, "Another good way to ensure repeated orgasm is to
change her position." With that he pulled Jill's legs from around his waist up
to his shoulders and began pumping furiously. Within seconds Jill was cumming
with a delighted yell. As she came down Mr. Jackson casually asked, "How do you
want it for your first one?"

Jill hadn't thought about that, she'd only found out she was getting a first
baby during the demonstration. Looking at Sarah writhing as Jacob pounded her
from behind she cried, "Doggy style, Mr. Johnson. I want you to put a baby in
me doggy style!"

Mr. Jackson grinned as he flipped her over and sank his man meat into her again.
Soon Jill was groaning again as she felt her teacher's cock swell within her.
She joined him in his orgasm, squirming and panting as sperm filled her cervix.
It was the hardest cum in the young girl's life, and she wondered if this was
how other women felt as they had new life poured into them.

*****

A panting Alice Walker, who had slid to the floor outside the classroom, having
just experienced four of the hardest orgasms of her life, was thinking the same
thing.

The obscene spectacle Alice had just witnessed of a young teen being bred in a
Sex Ed class as a "demonstration" of how to make a baby shocked the
Superintendent of Education deeply. Even harder for her to understand, however,
was her own reaction to it. Instead of rushing in to prevent this outrage,
Alice had been so aroused, she thrust her own hand into her snatch and brought
herself to three powerful climaxes as she watched. Even as she attempted to
sneak away in shame, she was immobilized by the final act in the obscene drama.

"Did you come good for me honey?" the teacher asked with concern as he at last
withdrew his massive cock from the girl's grasping pussy. The dazed teen nodded
wordlessly, grinning vacantly up at the man who had just filled her fertile cunt
with his seed, making her come as never in her life and. "That's good honey.
Good comes help the sperm go deep into you and make that little tummy swell with
a baby and get this," he gently tweaked the girl's still hard nipple, "filled up
with milk."

"Cindy Dee," he addressed one of the girls who had gathered around to watch,
"would you bring Jill a little pillow for her butt. We want to keep all the
sperm, where?" He turned didactically to the class.

"Where it'll do the most good," the class replied in unison. Soon Jill's slim
ass was propped higher than her head and, sure enough, only a few globs of her
teacher's thick sperm were leaking from her puffy slit.

Mr. Johnson kissed the girl and said, "We have to continue with the class honey,
but Linda Sue and Bonny will keep you coming a while longer to help you catch.
And you be sure to come to see me after school; I want to put another load or
two in you, just to be on the safe side, OK?"

As Alice at last tore herself away from the scene, one of Jill's pregnant
classmates was sucking on one tit and worrying the other while the other girl,
who's tummy was just as big, was slowly fucking the moaning girl with a huge
curving dildo that looked remarkably like the teacher's cock.

By now it was early lunch period and, surprisingly, Alice already felt hungry,
notwithstanding the gargantuan breakfast she had devoured. Perhaps she might
regain her composure by visiting the cafeteria. Here, at least things looked
normal. Laughing, noisy students were packed in rows on each side of long
tables, their plates piled with wholesome-looking food. Boys and girls alike
were scarfing burgers and fries and washing it all down with large glasses of
milk.

The quantities of food were enormous and reminded Alice of the huge amounts the
State was spending on lunch subsidies in the county. But it was obviously
necessary. All the boys were big and amazingly well-build, broad shoulders and
firm, narrow waists. Alice was thinking they probably had had great asses and
huge cocks, too, when she caught herself. And of course many of the girls were
"eating for two."

But when she began to take notice of the snippets of the children's
conversations, all semblance of normalcy evaporated.

"Hey, Martha Nell, guess what? I Did my EPT last night," said one girl who
looked no more than 11. "Looks like I got another baby coming."

"Well good for you, Lindy Lou, but I did mine last week. Looks like I beat you
again," her companion replied a little cattily.

"Yeah, but I got this on is from a real boyfriend, not one of my little
brothers, like you," Lindy spat back.

"Not my brother's," Martha Nell replied defensively, "Paw did me this time."

At this point Alice's attention was drawn away to a commotion at another table
where a teacher was trying to restore order. "Elmer, you know the rules. You
can't bring out your penis and masturbate at the table; you know it just makes
the girls around you want to suck you off."

"It's not fair Miz Purdy. Ellie May was rubbing me under the table and telling
me she was O-view-latin' and I could fuck her this afternoon after school."

"Ellie May is that true?" the teacher asked, then looked around. Ellie May?
Ellie May, where are you?

The question was answered when the boy suddenly went rigid and bellowed in
obvious climax. Moments later the grinning, semen-coated face of a pretty
blonde senior appeared from beneath the table. "I couldn't help it Miz Purdy.
Elmer's just sooo yummy!"

"That's no excuse, Ellie May, all Jr. High boys are yummy." The teacher paused,
realizing she had let something slip. "This is the third time this week you've
blown someone during lunch period. You have to learn better self- control. I'm
going to have to put you on detention."

"Really?" the excited girl replied. "I hope it's with Coach Smuthers. He
knocked me up during a detention my sophomore year!"

"As a matter of fact it is, not that you should be concerned about that in your
condition," the teacher remarked eyeing the girl's small but evident bulge.

"Don't matter; he's a good titty fucker, too," replied the girl, cupping a huge
set of jugs to make her point.

Alice decided she had seen enough in the cafeteria. Hurriedly she finished her
second burger and gulped another glass of the delicious local buttermilk. As
she walked back toward the classrooms, she heard voices coming from the bushes.
"Oh Donny, Donny <gasp> you're making me come againnnnn!" We've go to stop. You
promised you were just going to "help me out" while by boyfriend was away on the
field triiiipppp," a girl's voice moaned, obviously in the throes of orgasm.

"I know, Janey <pant> I was just goin' to eat you, but when I tasted how sweet
you were and how thick and sticky your cum was, I just knew you had to be
O-view-latin'. <grunt> If Sammy really loved you, he wouldn't have gone off
and left you where you were ready to make a baby! And you'd be so beautiful with
my baby stretching your belly this time."

Alice was already walking away when she heard the girl screaming her surrender.
"Yesssss! Give it to me Oh, fuck, I want a baby. Give me your baby Donny, your
babeeeeee!"

The State Superintendent of Education had never really recovered from what she
saw in the Sex Ed class, then the outrageous scenes in the cafeteria, and now
she had overheard another school girl getting her lights fucked out and likely
knocked up. Alice was boiling. In the main building now, she ducked into the
toilet in the teachers' lounge for some relief, momentarily regretting she had
not brought along that long thick vibrator she had used the first afternoon.
Fortunately, no one was around; quickly she entered stall and dropped her skirt.
Moments later she was sitting with her panties around her ankles and three
fingers thrust deep into her gushy, throbbing cunt. The first orgasm took her
almost immediately and she settled back for a next more leisurely one, wondering
briefly why she had chosen to wear the panties. They just got in your way when
you needed to get off in a hurry. She unbuttoned her blouse, unclasped her
bra, which seemed very tight, and got down to business.

After a fourth come, Alice was breathing hard but starting to feel more
levelheaded. Why was she so horny all of a sudden? She almost never
masturbated back in the city; here, she could hardly go more than a few hours
without needing to climax. She was about to get back into her clothes, when she
heard giggling female voices. At first Alice thought they were schoolgirls who
had sneaked into the teachers' lounge, but no, it seemed to be two of the new
teachers. She decided to listen.

Voice 1: "God! Seems like I have to pee between every class now." A soft swish
of liquid confirmed this.

Voice 2: "I know. It's all of that delicious bottled water they have here. I
just can't get enough."

Voice 1 "Yeah! And that's not all you can't get enough of, is it, Martha?.
You'd better watch out, honey. If you keep fucking Coach Roidan, you'll be
peeing all the time for another reason."

Martha: "I try, June, believe me. I heard what happened to the teachers who
came here last year; not a one of them finished the year without getting knocked
up. But Johnny he's so much bigger than my boyfriend from back home, I just
can't help it. And he cums buckets and never wants to use a condom. That's why
I'm taking my pills without fail."

June: "Well, it's not just the girls from last year, honey; haven't you heard?
Joyce Field told me she is pregnant and she swears up and down she hadn't missed
a pill when the paper turned blue."

Martha: "Wow! Who is the father?"

June: "She isn't saying, but her whole senior biology class is boys, every one
of them a hunk. They must have been screwing her eyeballs out! Not that I
blame her. Every time I see those boys I get wet! I hear she took them on a
field trip and came back having let each one fuck her three times."

Martha: "It's those cow tits she's developed. Have you seen her? She had just
exploded upstairs. And those mini- skirts! She wears them without panties and
it drives the little studs crazy!"

June: "Who are you to talk about 'cow tits?' You must have increased two cup
sizes since school started, yourself."

"Martha: "I have! I was happy with my 34Bs. Now I'm a 35D and my damn bra is
getting tight again."

June: "I know, and that's not the worst part. The bigger mine get, the more
sensitive they are. Why, all Billy has to do ..."

Martha: "June! You're not letting Billy Suggs fuck you! He's only eleven and in
your class!"

June: "Well, it was an accident. I made him stay after school for staring at me
and he was so cute and sincere standing there with this huge, painful looking
erection, telling me how I turned him on, I just had to ease his discomfort. I
intended just to give him a blow job, but he tasted so yummy and I got so horny
when he came in my mouth, I ended up bent over my desk with him giving me a
delightful reaming from behind. He's been sneaking over to my house every night
since to do me."

Martha: "Let me guess; you don't make him use a condom."

June: <giggle> "Do they sell them here? I'm glad I'm teaching fifth graders. I
can almost believe Joyce was protected. Those twelfth grade stallions look like
they could pump enough semen into you, your little white pill would just
surrender."

Martha: "Better not be overconfident. I've seen your class; there are some nice
big bulges between the legs of those darling little boys. They say that little
Joshua Gauntt in your class knocked up his mother again."

June: "I know! Oh, shit, I'd better get off before I go back to class or I'll
fuck one of those budding little studs in from of everyone; I'm dripping!

Martha: "Me, too. Ahhhh, that feels good." Alice heard the soft hum of a, no of
two, vibrators begin.

The two women's orgasmic cries signaled Alice, who had her own hand back in her
twat, that it was safe to leave. On a whim, Alice stepped out of her cum-soaked
panties and stuffed them in her purse. Much more convenient with her pussy
uncovered, the thought. Again, shamed by her inability to do anything but
watch, Alice slinked away back to her car.

One of Clem's sisters was on the veranda of the little B&B when Alice drove up.
She tried to ignore the cheery greeting of the girl who looked up from nursing a
huge infant. Alice felt too ashamed of her self to be with anyone. And if
truth be told, she was eager to get to her room, have a drink and plug a
vibrator in her sopping pussy. Although she must have come a dozen times today,
she was randy as hell.

*****

An eventful day, what? And I probably don't need to tell you about Alice's
night? You'd only get bored if I described how Annie and Jennie got Alice drunk
again and, it being Jennie's night with Clem, how Annie spent the night with her
ex-boss. You no doubt can imagine how Annie reaped the fruit of her sister's
having taught the older woman about muff munching and how the two friends made
love to each other all that night and half the next day. No, I'm sure you'd
much rather hear about Alice's visit to Judge Finster.

Alice was feeling guilty. She had arrived in Cutter's Creek too many days ago
and was no closer than ever to understanding what was costing her half-forgotten
Department of Education a fortune in the strange little town. Well, she
understood the "what" but not the "why." It was evident WHAT was going on: every
female for miles around was pregnant or nursing or both. How could any female
be otherwise, being in almost perpetual rut? And, men being men, they took
advantage of the unrestrained feminine lust to flood willing, fertile wombs with
gallons of baby-making sperm. The result was bulging bellies everywhere Alice
looked. Apparently women -- whether they were horny little girls or lusty
crones -- when they were around a Cutters Creek man, could never pass up a
chance to have their fertile pussies filled with plenty of baby juice.
Moreover, they were unable to insist that their partner use any protection. If
yesterday's conversation was correct, even the Pill after a while didn't do any
good. Worse, the women even seemed to want to get pregnant as much as the men
wanted to knock them up.

Her ex-employee Annie Boone and her sister Jennie sure did. Sent by Alice
earlier, Annie had come to the little town to investigate and had fallen in lust
with a local boy -- indeed he didn't appear to be out of junior high school --
and taken him back to the city with her. Soon her younger sister was equally
besotted with the youngster and, when both women had let the boy make them
pregnant, they had thrown away their independence and well paying jobs in the
city to come back to Cutter's Creek. Now they lived with him and with his older
twin sisters who had already made babies for him.

This brought her mind back to why she wasn't making progress. Alice was
starting to feel the same perpetual rut herself. A few days ago she had been
unable to restrain herself from watching lustfully as a girl in sex education
class was bred in a classroom demonstration. Worse, she had masturbated herself
silly as she looked on. She knew she was spending far too many hours every day
-- and night -- satisfying her own needs. The change in her own sexuality was
frightening. Back in the city, she had seldom masturbated. Here, she found her
hand or a sex toy between her legs at the slightest provocation -- and the
provocations were not slight! Even stranger, aside from some experimentation in
college, she had never had sex with a woman. Her first night in Cutters Creek,
however, she had let herself be petted and fondled and taken to bed by Annie's
sister while her ex-colleague was having her lights screwed out by the local boy
who had given her one baby and had her pregnant with the next one. Well, that
was excusable; Alice had eaten too much and gotten tipsy; she was unprepared.
But the following night was worse.

It had been Jennie's night with Clem and the young woman had been insane with
arousal during dinner. Alice thought Jennie was going to mount the boy at the
table. She pressed her self against him and kept his finger in her twat,
getting herself off again and again while she fed him in preparation for the
strenuous night she evidently was expecting. Somehow the next part of the
evening had been a replay of the first night with Alice again finding herself
tipsy and on the couch. This time it was Annie playing with her titties and
nuzzling her ear until she was insanely horny. She had put up no resistance as
Annie's hand found its way under her skirt and pushed aside her already soaked
panties.

Later, after Annie brought her friend to several soft orgasms with her hand, she
had explained to Alice why Jennie was so sex-crazy that night. "She's fertile
for the first time since her baby, so she's planning for Clem to get her
pregnant again tonight. She says he doesn't know, but I'm sure he does. Men
here do; we just get delirious knowing we're about to get knocked up again. I
remember the state I was in the night Clem gave me MY second," Annie explained
patting her paunch. "He'll do her good, too. He'll keep her filled tonight and
most of tomorrow and give her plenty of orgasms to make sure she catches."

That was shocking enough, but a few climaxes later Alice was too sated to react
when Annie, giggling, suggested they go up to watch. Alice half protested, but
Annie assured her, "She'll love it. Since the first time Clem's dong went in
her, my little sister's gotten real kinky. Not that she's likely to notice an
audience, however, as far gone as she'll be."

"Far gone" was an understatement. Jennie's shrieks of delight could be heard
from far down the long hall even as the two women approached. When Alice peeked
through the bedroom door she saw a thirteen year-old boy-man grunting and
pounding away steadily at an incoherent young woman who was screaming in
ecstasy, her arms grasped tightly around his neck and legs locked around his
torso, in a delirium of desire. His piston seemed to be churning a froth of the
white goop that must have represented at least one load of jizz already.

The pungent smell of sex boiling off the sweating bodies of the rutting pair
made Alice dizzy. The boy's business-like copulation had sent the panting young
woman far beyond the familiar four dimensions of space-time to a transcendental
realm of reproductive lust. "Clem, baby! Yes, fuck me deep, baby! ... Baby!
... I want another baby, Clem ... I want your babieeeeeee," the sex-demented
woman howled as the boy's body stiffened and readied itself to comply with her
pleas.

The sight of the formerly sophisticated young city woman sent into a mindless
breeding frenzy by the backwoods boy's cock naturally got Alice wound up. She
would no doubt have slipped a finger into her needful slit, but Annie's was
already there. "Yes, Alice, sweetheart. Isn't it sexy seeing him put another
baby in her?" Annie cooed as **she** worked her ex-boss into a lather. "I can
tell how horny it's making you, sweetie. Need to come, don't you? You're so
wet, honey. You need it bad. Let me help you."

Gently Annie guided Alice away for the scene of Clem collapsing onto the
comatose young woman, his half turgid cock still stuffed into Jennie's distended
pussy plugging her and holding in a massive charge of fertilizing sperm in her
willing, vulnerable womb. Alice was too dazed by orgasm to know that Annie was
accompanying her to her room to spend the night reaping the benefits of her
little sister's instruction the night before of the State Superintendent of
Education in the fine art of rug munching.

That explained part of the delay, but why had Alice been unable to turn down one
of Clem's sisters who came with breakfast yesterday but didn't leave until she
and Alice had eaten each other silly and Alice was dozing again? The rest of
the day had been a blur. The sister who had just fucked her - or was it her
twin? -- Alice couldn't tell the two pregnant beauties apart -- was there when
she awoke. Amazingly she had allowed the girl to "help" her dress which led to
comments about how well her breasts were developing and some touching to be sure
until Alice was panting for another pussy-lapping sixty nine session.

After lunch -- mountains of fried chicken, black-eyed peas, turnip greens, corn
bread, peach cobblers and pitchers of iced tea -- Alice had been too stuffed and
drowsy to say no to the suggestion that she should be taken to buy new bras.
The morning's breast examination, before it degenerated into a hot session of
girl-woman lust, had indeed revealed that Alice no longer fit into the C-cup
bras she had brought with her.

Clem drove silently while his sisters in the back seat with Alice, not even
trying to keep their hands off the newcomer. Alice was totally incapable of
fending off the kisses and caresses that had her in a lather when the girls led
her into the shop. The sight that greeted her was astounding. Women were
milling about, trying on bras and panties necessitated by newly expanding
bellies and exploding breasts. Apparently there was no changing room and the
pregnant beauties preened unashamedly around the shop. The only women who were
fully, if scantily, dressed were the mothers of the little girls who were being
fitted with maternity lingerie. A strong musk of feminine arousal pervaded the
air.

If Alice had not been in too much of a sexual daze, she might have picked up
some information about what was going on from the conversation between the shop
owner, a pretty young woman of maybe eighteen with a huge belly, and her young
daughter. The little girl wanted to know why a grown-up woman like her -- she
pointed at Alice -- didn't have regular "boom boom's" like mommy and other women
had. "I don't want to grow up like HER!" showing disdain for Alice's inadequate
headlights. The child need not have worried about herself; two firm lemons were
already poking through her thin dress.

"Don't be rude, Lizzy Lynn. She's new in town and don't have no baby in her
yet. She'll be OK soon."

This explanation only led Lizzy Lynn to ask incredulously why the "funny woman"
did NOT have a baby in her. "Don't she have no daddy or brothers to give her
babies like you do Mommy? Alice did not get to hear that answer as the
inquisitive child Lynn was scooted off to the care of an aunt of maybe eleven,
whose lemons had turned to grapefruit and whose tummy showed signs that she DID
have a daddy or a brother like mommy.

Clem's sisters opined and the shopkeeper agreed that all Alice needed was
"sumpin' temp'rary, 'cause her tits IS growin' purdy fast fer a outlander." It
wasn't clear to Alice why she needed to be totally nude to be fitted for a new
bra or why it was necessary for the shop owner and the twins to fondle her and
tweak her breasts - and play with her sex -- so deliciously -- while they
decided on lingerie for her, but she was past caring; the attention had her
squirming.

Still, it was a bit of a shock when the young woman apologized for "getting' ya
so hot and bothered, Ma'am" and offering to "hep ya out." Just watching the
fitting had apparently already had a similar effect on the pregnant twins who
had dropped their thin dresses and had their heads happily buried in each
other's blonde crotches. Evidently, clients getting 'hot and bothered" was a
frequent problem, for the shop woman pulled back a curtain atone end of the shop
to reveal a bed, no two.

On one bed the eleven-year old aunt who was supposed to be "seeing after" the
Lizzy Lynn was herself being "seen after." On her knees, face to the pillow, the
girl was moaning with pleasure while a boy who looked enough like her to be her
twin was fucking away madly. The Lizzy Lynn, unattended, was happily playing
with her naked Barbie who she had bent into the same position as her oblivious
aunt. Lizzy Lynn was rapidly moving a Ken doll with a oversized penis in and
out of the anatomically, if not politically correct Barbie. "Do her good, Ken!
Your big sister wants another baby," the child giggled. "She wants to get
another big belly just like Zeekie gived Ruthie May."

As if to confirm the child's words, Ruthie was moaning, "Oh, yes, Zeekie, give
it to me, brother. Give me another one!"

Drunk with desire, however, Alice hardly registered the scene around her and let
the shop owner lay her down on the other bed before crawling in with her.
Between kisses and caresses the young woman assured Alice that she'd soon have
"fine baby-feedin'" breasts and praised her for their sensitivity. The praises
stopped when the woman had kissed her way to Alice's now dripping bush and began
to tease Alice's hot sex with her tongue. The twins were yelping in mutually
induced ecstasy when Alice's first orgasm exploded and melted into another and
another. When a warm wet pussy appeared in her face, Alice was more than eager
to return the favor to its owner and be rewarded with a gush of tasty girl sex
juice.

Just as Alice slipped into a post-orgasmic slumber she heard Lizzy Lynn exclaim,
"That's good Ken. You knocked Barbie up real good, I reckon. Now you keep her
good and plugged up so all that baby juice will stay in where it'll do her the
most good."

Alice and the twins were so exhausted on the way home with their purchases, they
didn't even make out, just dozed, cuddled together.

That night's dinner was different as it was the twins' nights with Clem, which
left both Annie and Jennie more time for Alice. Jennie was beside herself with
excitement, certain that Clem had indeed given her another baby. Annie was
happy for her sister, but couldn't suppress the smugness of being sure SHE was
already pregnant by their boy lover. In the relative calm Alice was able to
extract a promise to help her talk to Judge Finster the next day. She felt that
the Judge could help her solve the mystery of the little town if any woman
could, though she was coming to doubt anyone wanted to.

Seduction no longer being necessary -- Alice knew she'd be sleeping with one of
the sister that night and was looking forward to it -- they sipped wine and
talked almost normally. Normally, except for the topic of conversation: how
hunky the local men were, the enormous sizes of their penises, and the total
satisfaction the combination produced in a horny woman. Both Annie and Jennie,
though semi-officially mated to Clem, had many stories of sex with other men and
boys, stories that got progressively more hilarious as the second bottle of wine
disappeared.

The sisters disagreed about whether Clem's oldest brother or Clem's daddy had
the bigger cock, but they agreed that one of these days they'd like to have a
baby with each of the men. Alice's only surprise came when Jennie and Annie let
her know that both would be coming to her room that night and from learning the
fun of three-way all girl sex.

Well, that was last night. Today was going to be different. Jennie and Annie
had arisen early to attend to chores around the little establishment and the
twins were presumably still playing pretend "knock-me-up" with their brother.
After a short session with one of the vibrators, Alice dressed alone, marveling
how snuggly the new larger bra fit her evidently larger breasts, and made her
way down for an almost reasonable size breakfast.

On the way downstairs Alice passed by Clem's bedroom and wasn't fazed to find
the door open and chairs setup in the hallway for anyone who wanted could stop
and watch. It seemed that watching people fuck was almost like a spectator's
sport around the house. Peering into the room, she could see all three in a
tangle of arms and legs. It looked as if one of the twins was passed out on her
back and Clem was hovering over her on all fours. Her sister was helping by
aiming Clem's dick at the gaping snatch below. It looked like she was pointing
a hose gushing milk into a cup that was already full. Clem just kept grunting
as his sister pumped his prick in time with each spurt. "You fill'er up,
brother, and I'll eat her out," she giggled. Alice just wondered off downstairs
for something to eat herself.

Several cup of coffee had left her with a bit of a buzz, but at least she wasn't
feeling groggy as she made her way to the Courthouse. Alice could make out
muffled cries as she tapped on the inner office door marked "Judge Ruth
Finster." "Yes! Oh, fuck, yes! Oh, OH, OOOOOH." Even back in the city Alice
would have recognized this as the sound of a woman getting vigorously and
satisfyingly pleasured. Here in Cutter's Creek she shouldn't have been
surprised. The only thing odd was her own action: to try the door, find it
unlocked and to peek in.

There she saw a pretty forty-something woman lying on her back, a judicial robe
rucked up around her waist, knees bent and high-heel sandals planted firmly
among the legal papers on her office desk, being serviced by a teen with an
absolutely monster cock. "FUCK me you little scamp! Yes! YES! Is one enough
for you? Come in my pregnant pussy and give me octuplets!!!!"

Alice knew that was impossible -- at least it was impossible anywhere but
Cutters Creek -- but the boy seemed to be willing to try. He bellowed like a
bull inseminating a heifer as his body shook in orgasm in a final desperate
lunge. The middle aged woman howled with delight as she felt the boys hot seed
spew deep into her womb. The boy grasped her round hips and held his cock in
her as if holding in a massive load of baby-making sperm.

To her surprise, Alice's scientific observation of how the Cutters Creek
judiciary prepared for court was interrupted by her own orgasm. Somehow,
without her knowing it, Alice's hand had had found it way to her own excited
cunt. A mere brush of her engorged clit had sent her over the edge.
Fortunately, the far more kinetic sex of the mis-matched couple before her
covered her own grunts and gave Alice time to withdraw to the waiting room.

When at last Alice found herself with a still flushed Judge Finster and a
smirking teen sitting in a corner, she wasn't sure if she was supposed to
pretend belief of the judge's explanation of her delay. "I was getting a ...
er, ... brief from Jethro, my ...uhh, ... clerk." Whatever Judge Ruth Finster
had been getting from Jethro, Alice thought, it certainly had not been brief.
After she withdrew Alice had heard the pair start over again, this time with the
matronly, if still curvy woman on top.

After some initial attempts at denial Judge Finster seemed to change her mind
and decide to take Alice into her confidence. For the first time Alice heard
the story of how a few years ago Rev. Daniels had come to Cutters Creek from
Fertile Valley. At the time Judge Finster had not heard of the strange goings
on in Fertile Valley and was unconcerned about one more hick preacher trying to
start a new church in this Bible belt hinterland town. Soon thereafter the
explosion of pregnancies began. "I think it's something in the water, though I
suspect it's in the dairy products and local wines the Church sells," Ruth had
confided. Alice blanched thinking of the gallons of wine, water, and milk she
must have drunk since arriving.

"By itself, it just makes the women unnaturally horny and physically transforms
both genders into the other's fantasy ideal. Women grow wider of hips and bust
but narrower of waist. Girls enter puberty earlier, having womanly proportions
by the time they are ten or eleven and menopause seems to be delayed
indefinitely. Men and boys develop classic stud physiques, as you must have
noticed," she grinned at Alice who has been glancing, furtively she thought, at
Jethro whose own appreciation of Alice was anything but disguised.

"And fertility and virility went through the roof. It seems that women get
pregnant EVERY time they get fucked at even approximately the "right" time. The
pill looses it effectiveness within a few weeks of exposure to the water. Still
that does not explain the positive urge to have babies that they -- well, we --
have. Yes I'm as hooked as the silliest schoolgirl. That comes only after
you've been bred by a Cutters Creek man. One fuck and there's no turning back.
After that, you can't get enough cock. I don't believe that "go fourth and
multiply" shit that Rev. Daniels preaches. I don't know if he does. But after
I visited him once and got so horny I let the sexy bastard fill me up with more
cum than I'd ever dreamed of, I sure as Hell practice what HE preaches. He only
did me once, the bastard, so I don't know if he put this baby in me or if Jethro
did. I guess I don't really care. I just know I want to get fucked with a big
sperm-spewing cock every chance I get. Yes, and when I've got one in me, I want
it to make me pregnant. It's like my body wants to reward the prick that's
driving me crazy with pleasure, with a baby."

"Ruth, that's horrible!" Alice exclaimed in sympathy.

"Yes, I guess that's what I'd have said before it happened to me. But is it
really so bad? I'm also going to be a mother after thinking for years that I
never would be, I have a hard-dicked boy who keeps me fucked silly and I have a
well-paying job to support as many babies as Jethro can give me. What more
could a woman want?"

"But this town, the population explosion, it can't go on!"

"I know. At least I know it when I don't have a big cock in me, making it
impossible to think about anything else" the judge grinned. "I guess that's why
I confided in you. Maybe you can help me figure out what I, what we can do.
You haven't been "converted" yet. Have you?"

Alice confirmed that she had not had sex with a Cutters Creek man, thought she
admitted feeling the effects of the water in her bodily measurements and her
urges. "Jennie and Annie, yes, the schemers! They are probably trying to get
you softened up for Clem, building up your craving for sex and waiting until the
pill wears off. We have to keep our suspicions secret from them until we find a
solution."

"Jennie, Annie?"

"'Fraid so. Like most wives, they want to please their man and know that the
way to do that is to let him impregnate as many women as possible. They are
hopeless. You and I know the outside world and that Cutters Creek cannot go on
as it is. Sooner of later it'll be stopped. It must be stopped, though I don't
want to see it."

"You don't?"

"Not at a personal level. My brain has already been fried and my libido
hopelessly corrupted. I can't go without getting fucked silly several times a
day and breeding babies, but something has to be done."

"But what?" Alice asked.

"That's what you've got to help me figure out. But not now. I've got court.
Why don't you sit in? It should be amusing. And maybe you'll learn something.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get ready. Jethro, come here you little
fucker! I've got to sit in front of scores of Cutters Creek men for hours with
noting but a vibrator up my cunt to keep me going. I need some more of the real
thing to tide me over!"

Alice sat impatiently in the steamy courtroom, already starting to fidget.
Apparently Ruth was letting her "preparations" in the judge's chambers with her
hunky young clerk take longer than she had expected. Alice could hardly blame
the horny woman; the boy had a prick like a donkey and must f--- like a dream.
Her own pussy juiced at the memory of seeing that long, thick cock rapidly
disappearing over and over again deep into the hungry wet c--- of his sex-addled
older lover. She had seen Ruth swoon in post orgasmic pleasure when the boy
unloaded his potent seed into the horny woman. Alice could understand why the
judge had a baby in her tummy!

Looking around, Alice noticed that the plaintiff's table was still empty, but
the defendant's was already occupied by the husband -- Alice understood this was
a contested divorce case -- and his lawyer. The husband, trim, muscular,
handsome like all the men of Cutters Creek was looking pretty jaunty. He
certainly did not lack for moral support. Behind him sat two sets of twins, two
little blondes about twelve and two older ones, fourteen maybe, with red hair.
The little girls were beautifully, roundly pregnant; the older girls were barely
showing, but they already had a hungry infant each. Not that the babies likely
to stay hungry long, not with the boobs on the still delicate bodies of their
young mothers! A young blond woman perhaps in her early twenties -- Alice had
been in Cutter's Creek long enough to guess she was probably the younger twins'
mother -- was nursing a two-year old of her own, resting him on her own growing
belly. And from the younger twins' giggles, the older twins' fawning attention,
and the young woman's adoring glances at the defendant, it was pretty obvious
who had put the seven babies in those five sexy tummies.

Apparently there wasn't much else to do in Cutters Creek and the courtroom was
filling up with curious spectators. The crowd just made the courtroom hotter
and filled it with the musk of over a hundred perspiring bodies -- an odor that
inevitably made Alice think about sex and her own growing horniness. Resisting
the urge to finger herself, she wished she had brought one of the vibrators from
her room at the Cutters Creek bed and breakfast. She noticed that quite a few
of the women were sitting, fairly blessed out, with periodic shudders of delight
passing over their faces. These women had not come unprepared as she had, it
seemed.

At last a smiling and obviously freshly-fucked Judge Ruth Finster entered the
courtroom. Scores of fingers -- masculine and feminine -- were rapidly
withdrawn from dozens of soupy pussies as everyone respectfully rose. Dutifully
the bailiff read out the case: "Perkins vs. Perkins. Mr. Charles Perkins is
represented by Asa Suggs, Esq. Mrs. Cass-An-Dra Perkins is represented by Miss
Sheri -- what kinda name is Sher-Eye? -- Rollins."

"I see you got your client to court, Asa. Where is this Mrs. Perkins?" Judge
Finster asked.

"Can't rightly say, Y'honor. I move you just dismiss this case. Don't seem
right for no outlander wife to take money from a good man who needs it to feed
his babies, anyhow."

The older twins sitting behind Charlie Perkins burst out "That's right Judge.
Charlie's plannin' on us havin' big families!"

"Order in the court," Ruth gaveled. "You know I don't like divorces, Asa. I
hoped we might arrange a reconciliation, but if the plaintiff doesn't appear in
court ..."

Suddenly two women stormed through a back door of the courtroom, both scowling.
The slightly older one, a blonde and quite attractive, notwithstanding the
loose-fitting business suit, wore her hair in a bun. Alice guessed she was
Cassandra Perkins, the wife. The other woman, obviously Sheri Rollins, also
beautiful with long flowing black hair but wore a knee -length business dress
suite, was talking on a cell phone. The two took their seats.

"Are you ready to proceed, Counselor?" Ruth asked.

Sheri held her finger up for one minute. "Yes, Clarence, I'll be in and out of
this hillbilly court today. <pause> No problem-o, schedule me for a partners
meeting tomorrow."

Ruth, obviously irritated, signaled the bailiff over and whispered an order.
The bailiff then walked over and took the cell phone out of the lawyer's hand
and gave it to the judge. Sheri opened her mouth to protest, but the judge cut
her off. "Just because you come from the state capital does not mean you are
exempt for courtroom etiquette, Miss Rollins. Another breech and you'll be
spending a night in our county jail for misconduct."

"Notwithstanding the bad manners of some people," Ruth glared at Sheri and
Cassandra, "courtesy is courtesy. Bailiff Kerns, see that two ladies have a
pitcher of our cold mineral water. And keep it filled." Ruth waited until the
water appeared, noting that Sheri eyed it dismissively. "It's not Perrier,
Honey, but it's what we drink here," the judge admonished. Chastened, both
women poured small amounts and drank. Surprised by the taste, they filled their
glasses and drank heartily. Judge Finster smiled and nodded for Sheri to begin.

"This divorce case should be open and shut," the young lawyer declared, a harsh
tone in her voice. "My client's husband took a supposedly temporary job in
Cutters Creek as a middle school teacher. Instead of returning home after the
two months, he remained in the town over a year and began an adulterous
cohabitation with two of his students - minors - and their families! Indeed, he
has the temerity to bring them to this very courtroom!" Sheri pointed
accusingly at the smiling defendant and the five happy women behind him. "Such
a gross violation of the sanctity of matrimony demanded an immediate divorce and
settlement of all the couple's property on her client.

"Does your client have anything to say, Asa?"

Asa nodded to Charlie.

"Your Honor, I love my wife very much and this is all a misunderstanding. I had
been trying to get her to come visit me for a long time. She finally did come
unexpectedly, before I could get everything ready for her. She completely
misunderstood the relationship with the young ladies who were just taking care
of me and the house."

"Yeah, and he tooked good care of us, too, see?" blurted one of the red-haired
twins, lifting her short maternity dress to expose her pregnant tummy."

"Outrageous, Your Honor!" shouted Sheri. "What more needs to be said? The
obscene outburst from this underage hussy shows clearly that my client is
entitled to her demands!"

"Objection. The Spencer girls are not on trial, Y'Honor. The plaintiff's
lawyer is just badgering them."

"Sustained," the judge said coolly. "Call your first witness, Miss Rollins."

Sheri started to protest but thought better of it. Wiping perspiration from her
forehead and taking another long refreshing drink of water she said, "I call
Cassandra Perkins."

After the swearing in, Sheri got right down to business. "Ms Perkins, would you
tell the court what you found when you made a visit to your husband's residence
in Cutters Creek?"

"It was depraved! A Saturnalia! An orgy of the most perverse degeneracy! It
was ..."

"Objection, Y'Honor. The witness is giving her opinion 'bout what was goin' on,
not tellin' us what she saw."

"Sustained. You are going to have to be more specific Mrs. Perkins," Ruth said,
a sly smile escaping her lips. "Describe in detail what you saw. And since you
found it 'vulgar' perhaps you should use common, Anglo-Saxon words in your
description. I remind you that you swore to tell the whole truth."

Cassandra blushed furiously, looked hopelessly at Sheri, took a long drink of
water and began her tale. "It was late afternoon and no one was at the train
station to meet me. With some difficulty I found someone to explain how to WALK
to the hovel my husband was living in. At the door I stopped, hearing moaning
from inside. Fearing that my husband was sick (thereby explaining why he did
not pick me up at the station), I rushed right in. The sight stopped me cold in
my tracks. There in the living room I saw the most disgusting thing I have ever
witnessed."

"She ain't tellin' the juicy de-tails, Judge" Asa objected.

"I do not want to instruct you again Mrs. Perkins to refrain from judgmental
terms like 'disgusting.' Please stick to the facts."

Defeated, Cassandra closed her eyes for a moment, took another drink of water
and started again. "I found a girl, one of those," she pointed to one of the
fourteen-year twins who stuck her tongue out at her, "sitting on the floor nude
with her back against the foot of a long couch. The girl was breast-feeding a
baby I assumed was hers. Between her outstretched legs was her twin sister on
all fours performing cun ... er, eating out her sister's snatch. Her sister
was also nude and while she was eating out her twin, she was also hovering over
a small baby that was lying on its back. The baby was reaching up playing and
also breastfeeding on the boobs that the girl was dangling overhead. The baby
didn't seem to mind the milk dripping onto its face while it was playing with
the thumb sized teat." Cassandra shuddered and continued.

"Sitting on the couch was a nude man whose face was blocked by one of those
pregnant girls," she pointed at the twelve year olds, "who were also nude. She
was in his lap, impaled on his dick and riding him, facing outward. The man was
reaching around the girl, feeling up her breasts and swollen belly. Like two
rutting animals, they also had their legs spread apart and, crammed between
them, was the other blond girl. She was lapping the place where the man and
girl were joined. Each time the riding girl rose up and then down, a loud
squishing sound would erupt and the lapping girl would dive in at all of the
fluids that were leaking out of f---ing girl."

"It was then I broke from my shock and screamed for everyone to stop. Only then
did the man on the couch look around the girl thrashing in his lap and I saw it
was my husband!"

"In the middle of the commotion, that woman," Cassandra pointed to the younger
twins' mother, "walked into the living room from the kitchen wearing nothing but
a skimpy apron and high heels, carrying a tray of sandwiches and a pitcher of
lemonade. 'Charlie, honey, you and the girls is gonna need some refreshment if
you keep that up,' she said as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on."

"Then she noticed me and asked who I was. I told her indignantly I was
Charles's lawful wife. She just grinned and said, 'Welcome, ma'am. You're one
lucky woman. We're just Charles's natural wives, but your Charlie here sure can
f---. And he don't shoot no blanks neither.' I must have looked at her
quizzically and she patted her belly and said, 'I was so proud when he put
babies first into my nieces Polly and Molly and then even into my little Jennie
and Nanny -- pert near the first time he did 'em, too -- I talked Pa into
letting him give me a baby, too.'"

"At that point I stormed out with my luggage to the nearest motel. I could hear
the moaning start up as soon as I walked out. The animals inside obviously
couldn't control themselves."

Ruth almost admonished Cassandra again about her language, but just allowed
Sheri to call her next witness.

"Miss Lucy Spencer. May I remind you that you have sworn to tell the truth?"

"Sure, Ma'am. I always tells the truth."

"Good. Are you the mother of those girls?" she asked, pointing at the blonde
twins.

"Yes, Ma'am. Ain't they pretty? Specially with their baby bellies!

Sheri ignored this. "Mrs. Perkins testified that you seemed to approve of your
daughters and nieces living with Charlie Perkins and 'takin' car of him and the
house.' Would you tell the court how you five whor ... er how the five of you
came to live with Mr. Perkins?"

"How can I 'tell the court?' The court ain't got ears." The young woman asked
innocently. Guffaws broke the silence of the courtroom.

"I mean, tell everybody in the courtroom," Shari replied icily.

"Oh, sure, Ma'am. Well Charlie was spendin' so much time driving between the
McCabes cabin' to f--- Polly and Molly and then over to Ma and Pa's to f--- me
and my girls, it just made more sense for us to all move in with him. That way
we could all get f---ed more often with less work on poor Charlie. 'Sides," she
admitted, "I saw Ma giving him the eye and I didn't want to share him any more'n
I already was. 'Tween my girls and my nieces, he hardly had time to f--- me
more'n two or three times a day over at Ma and Pa's place. I love Ma and Pa and
all, but I just needed more cock than that, Ma'am. You're a woman; I'm sure you
understand."

"Hardly!" Shari gasped. "Uh .. maybe you could you just start from the
beginning, anyway?"

"Sure 'nuf, Ma'am. I first heard about Mr. Perkins, Charlie, cause he's the 7th
grade teacher for my sister May's oldest daughters. That's Polly and Molly,
like I said. Well, you know how girls that age are. They've already gotten
babies from their Pa or their brothers, maybe an uncle r two, but at that age
they start to get interested in BOYS! And all the little girls in Charlie's
class were goin' ape over a sexy outlander man in town without a woman."

"Do you mean that Mr. Perkins did not disclose that he was married?"

"Oh, I guess ever'body knowed he was married, but they could see he didn't have
his own woman with him, givin' him what ever' man needs, so the girls figgered
he was 'up for grabs.' They were on him like flies, doing all the things little
girls do at that age to get f---ed, running around without panties, flashing him
their hairless little cunnies, bumping him with their newly developed tits. But
my Polly and Molly were smart. They had heard that outlanders are not used to
f---ing little girls and that he wouldn't be horny enough to do it for two or
three weeks, so they just pretended to be serious students and didn't join in
the teasing. 'Sides, they had to make sure they made their move at the right
time for them, too."

"When their time was right they showed up at his room after school one Friday
afternoon. They said his eyes bulged when he saw them in their little
cheerleader cunni-skirts and big boobs on their little bodies, jigglin' braless
under their short tops. But that's not all the little scamps were countin' on.
They'd just come from cheerleadin' practice and the prancin' and jumpin' and
flashin' their pussies had both the girls worked up. I can tell you, the girl
juice of a horny teen pussy gives off a real aroma! So when they stood on both
sides of him with their thin blouses plastered to their sweaty young boobies,
ole Charlie didn't stand a chance," she giggled. "Before they got through
asking some phony question about their homework, they saw Charlie's prick get
big and hard in his pants."

"'Oh Mr. Perkins, is that for us?' Molly said reaching down to rub Charlie's
hard-on."

"'We were afraid you didn't LIKE little girls,'" Polly added as her hand joined
her sister's. 'You ain't been f---ing none of us.'"

"'Girls! Polly, Molly, please stop that. I ...'"

"'Why should we stop, Mr. Perkins? Nobody's showed you how Cutters Creek girls
make a man feel welcome.' Molly said as her sister unbuttoned Charlie's pants."

"'Well... Welcome?' Charlie sputtered."

"'Sure Mr. Perkins,' Polly told him 'the Reverend says that a good girl should
respect her elders and welcome his seed into her body every day.' She done
pushed Molly's head down onto Charlie's rod, now that it was stiff enough to
stick out of his pants. 'It'd be an honor to welcome our teacher the proper
way.' Charlie was a fussin, but he sure didn't stop Molly from suckin him hard.
Molly stood up real proud that she was able to get him goin enuf that she could
taste a tad of spunk already. He protested that it ain't proper to touch girls
that way, but Polly bein the older one said it ain’t proper lettin his wild
willy go uncovered like that. Charlie agreed, and said that it should be
covered right away. He just didn't understand HOW she was planin to cover it.
My little Polly took his agreement as approval and hopped into his lap, she said
he done slid all the way up her cunny in the first thrust. He was worried that
he hurt her and asked if she ever done it before. Molly just laughed and told
our silly Charlie that they both do it everyday with their dad and all weekend
long with their dad and uncle, my pa.

Charlie was still objectin with his mouth but agreeing with his hips as he
bucked into Polly while she rode him. He asked sumtin silly like if their ma
would get mad about them doin that with their dad or doin him. Polly was too
far gone thrasin in his lap with one of her big old squirty climaxes cumin on to
answer anything strait. Molly just told him that their ma would be mad if the
didn't help release pa every day and do the lord's work by makin as many babies
as possible like the preacher teaches all of us. Shucks, their ma's always
braggin about how those two girls can get a guy to fire off more times that most
gals their age. Anyway, Polly's cunny clamps down like a raccoon trap when she
cums and squirts like a garden hose, so when she started there was no way
Charlie wasn't gonna go off himself.

Polly was proud as a prize hen that she got a load in her from her new teacher
and Molly noticed that it must have been a long time for poor old Charlie, he
was still rock hard, even with stream of jizz running out of his pecker hole.
So she jumped aboard and Polly just shut up Charlie by stickin her boobs in his
face for him to suck on. They told him afterwards that they could all go back
to their house and their ma would let him f--- all day if they wanted.

Charlie was such a ninny back then that he got scared, but Polly and Molly both
lickin him to attention was changin his ways. When they told him that their ma
would be so proud to have a teacher's baby in the family that she would even
suck him hard after bangin the girls so he could be sure to fill im up all
weekend long."

Well, after getting' f---ed by those two little minxes there in the schoolroom,
Charlie was in a kinda daze and let the girls guide him to his car. Molly drove
while Polly sat in his lap with his prick up in her and letting him suck her
tits. When they got him home they took him to their room to spend the weekend
f---ing him some more. Bob and Eileen were so happy their daughters had landed
the new teacher and knowing it was the right time of the month for them to make
babies, they just shut the bedroom door and brought them food and lots of our
good Spirit Springs water all weekend, sure that by Monday morning their
daughters would be making babies again."

"I guess Charlie was a little bit embarrassed to be f---ing two of his students,
but he didn't stop goin' home with them every day. Maybe he was a little afraid
when he found out in a couple of weeks that he had made them both preggers, but
Bob and Eileen told him they were real happy their girls to welcome him to
Cutters Creek by giving him babies. Eileen was so happy she took him aside one
afternoon and told him she was about ready for another baby and though it would
be a good joke on Bob if Charlie put this on in her. He tried to object, but
had no better luck with the mom than with the daughters and soon Eileen had a
pussy full of Charlie's baby making sunk. Still Charlie tried to keep it quiet,
but it didn't do no good. You know little girls, liking to brag when they've
got a new boy f---ing 'em. They just had to tell my girls."

"Well once Janny and Nanny found out not only that their 'big cousins' had their
teacher f---ing them but that they were going to have his babies too, my girls
just had to do the same thing. They begged and begged 'til one weekend Polly
and Molly let 'em come over for a "sleepover" with Charlie. They said he was a
little bashful, but when he saw all four of 'em nekkid, Molly eating Jenny and
Polly eatin't Nanny and telling Charlie how good and juicy their little cunnies
were and how he could probab'ly put a baby in those tight little bellies that
night, his cock just took over and he f---ed 'em again and again. Well, 'fore
you know it my babies were knocked up with babies of their own. Then, when I
saw my little girls with the beginnings of a cute little tummy bulge I was so
happy I just had to let Charlie give me one too, purdy soon after we moved in
with him, like I said. Is there sumpin' wrong for a woman to want to stay close
to the man that gave her the baby she's carryin' in her belly?"

Sheri just shook her head and motioned the young woman to step down. Alice
noticed that shocked young lawyer was almost in a sex daze from hearing the
story. If fact, she thought she could see a thin stream of pussy juice running
down her stockinged leg. Glancing over at Cassandra, she noticed the story had
had a similar effect on the wife, who was fingering herself.

Ruth had noticed this as well. "If you have no further questions, Counselor, I
suggest you sit down before you spoil our carpet." Blinking and blushing
furiously, Shari, leaking girl juice, scurried to the wooden bench beside
Cassandra. Calling the bailiff over she said, "Cassias, can you turn these fans
up higher? It's gittin' purdy hot in here, 'specially after Mrs. Perkins's and
Lucy's testimonies. I think we'd better all take a little break. I notice some
of us are getting a little antsy in the pantsy," she grinned.

Alice could hardly believe the judge was calling a recess so she could go out to
get laid, but it was understandable. That's sure what she would do, if she had
a hard young dick waiting for her the way Ruth did. She could tell from the
sighs of relief from the other women in the room, they felt the same way as the
judge, even the ones she was sure had vibrators.

Alice followed Ruth to the judge's chambers. Muttering, "God, that bitch made
me horny," the moment Ruth walked through the door, she lifted her robe and
jumped the nude young aid waiting for her in her chair and started riding him
like crazy. "That 's it you little f---er! Give it to me good with that fat
woman pleaser of yours. Shit I needed this!" Alice offered to leave them in
peace. "Don't bother. I just need to get off a couple of times. I know how to
hurry him up." she grinned.

"Come on, Jethro, baby. Mommy's pussy needs her little boy's cock. You like
putting it into your Mommy's horny c---, don't you sweetie?" From the way the
lad groaned, Alice guessed this was a familiar game. "But you better be careful
not to go shootin' Mommy full of your potent boy juice, y'hear?. You know Mommy
is fertile. If you're not careful you could make a baby in your Mommy. You
don't want to make Mommy pregnant do you? You wouldn't want to come in Mommy
and make Mommy's belly big with your bastard baby, would you?" The boy only
grunted and slammed into the teasing woman more vigorously. "Oh, you bad boy!
You're not only f---ing your Mommy, you're tryin' to put a baby in her too!"
Immediately the boy began to moan and grunt and the judge let out an
ear-piercing yelp.

Catching her breath after a second climax, the judge stood up and straightened
her robe as if nothing happened. "Sorry about that, Alice but hearing about
Charlie putting babies first into those McCabe twins and then those adorable
little Spencer girls AND their pretty young mother, just got me hotter than a
brush fire in August. Now that I've got a pussy full of fresh spunk, I can
think straight again. Let me help you out."

Before Alice could react Ruth was on her hands and knees pushing her tongue into
Alice's admittedly needy pussy. Seeing his older lover with her ass so
provocatively displayed, the boy grasped the judge by the hips and began to ram
his cock into her all over again, pumping another load of spunk into the judge
just as her tongue brought Alice to a delicious climax.

*****

On return to the courtroom a relieved Alice saw Cassandra and Sheri obediently
waiting at their table, their water pitchers empty. Somehow, they looked
different, no longer quite so hard and sure of themselves. They were fidgeting
distractedly. Charlie, Asa, and the women, however are still on recess.
"Cassius, better go round up the defendant. He's re-cessed enough, I reckon,"
Ruth chuckled.

Eventually the bailiff returned with a slightly glassy-eyed Charles and a pretty
happy Asa with the smiling gals in tow. Alice noticed that the mother was
helping the two younger twins zip up the back of their dresses while the older
pair tried to fix their mussed hair and manage the squirming babies in their
arms at the same time. They'd had the harder ride, from the looks of it. One
was wearing a man's shirt without buttons that was tied up under her hefty
cleavage. The other's shirt looked like in might be inside out.

The mother, when done with the younger girls, wiped something from her forehead,
smelled her hand, and grinned. Offering her hand to the nearest daughter, she
let the girl suck her fingers. Her twin leaned forward and also started sucking
on Mommy's fingers alongside her sister. The twins had licked their Mother's
hand clean and switched to French kissing each other when the judge called order
in the court. Alice forced herself to focus her attention on the trail as it
started up again.

"Well, I hope we are all feeling better. I sure as Hell am," the judge grinned.
Asa, your witness."

After a second's shuffling papers (and a quick glance at the exposed breasts of
the McCabe twins who were nursing their babies again) Asa called the now
somewhat confused-looking Cassandra back to the witness stand. "I ask you to
recall your testimony, Mrs. Perkins. During the scene you described, did you
see anyone in bodily pain at my client's residence?" Asa asked mildly.

"Pain? Well, no," Cassandra admitted.

"Was anyone suffering? In mental anguish?"

"No."

"Did the persons involved, just maybe, appear to be enjoying themselves?" Asa
grinned.

"Enjoying them selves? Gee, I guess. It was - what do you call it an orgy in
there. Everyone but the mother was having sex! That's wrong, isn't it?"

Asa cocked a brow and smiled. "It depends, Cassandra. You found your husband
and these ladies at home having a good time, not harming any one and yet you
became angry and left?"

"Not doing any harm? My husband was CHEATING on me with four school girls and
her!" Cassandra almost sobbed.

"Cheatin' you say? Now that's a mighty serious charge," Asa harrumphed. "I
don't know what you city folks mean by 'cheatin,' but here in Cutters Creek we
mean using sneaky, low-down tricks to take sumpin' 'way from somebody it rightly
b'longs to.

"That's exactly what I mean. My husband was having, had been having, sex with
those girls. He's not supposed to have sex with anyone but me."

"Oh, I understand. You were frustrated to see my client's big hard dick up in
the pretty little c--- of the girl, when you wanted it in yours?"

"Of course I didn't! And I was furious, not 'frustrated.'"

"You mean you did NOT want your husband's dick in you?"

"No!"

"And because you didn't want to get f---ed you didn't strip down and try to get
him to f--- you instead of the girl?"

"Of course not!"

"Then seems to me he weren't takin' nothin' 'way from you that was yours. So he
waddn't cheatin.'"

"But I've always been faithful to him. That was no way to repay me."

"Tell me, Miz Perkins, have you ever considered that your way of being
'faithful' might have driven him to 'cheat?'"

"I object!" Sheri declared springing to her feet so quickly she spilled part of
the large bottle of water she had been drinking.

"Overruled," the judge said quickly, "I want to see where the defense is going
with this."

Cassandra took another long swallow from her own bottle of water then answered,
"I don't see what I could have done to cause my husband to take to cavorting
with four school girls. I've always been a good wife."

"Hmmm a 'good wife.' I suppose you know, then, what it takes for a woman to be
a 'good wife.'"

"Of course I do!"

"May I ask you, Mrs. Perkins, is the way you are dressed now, typical for you?"

"Yes," she admitted cautiously.

"Did your husband specifically ask you to wear loose-fitting trousers, bulky
sweaters and flats?"

"Well, no. If he had his way, I would be dressed all the time in short tight
skirts, frilly, see-through blouses, and high heels," Cassandra replied as if to
name the hateful garments was argument enough.

"And as far as you know your husband is healthy and has normal eyesight?"

"Yes, but I don't see the point of ..."

"Mrs. Perkins, may I say you have a spectacular figure."

Judge Finster gaveled Cassandra's lawyer back to her seat before the indignant
young attorney could object.

"You had to realize the effect your refusing to show off your body would having
on a healthy male. Was that being a 'good wife?'"

"I don't see what the way I dress has to do with it," Cassandra replied
uncertainly.

"You don't? May I ask you, Mrs. Perkins, do you posses a tank top?"

"Of course not!" she replied. "Only whores wear such things." This
affirmation did not go down well with a substantial number of women in the
courtroom wearing tank tops.

"A see-through blouse?"

"Don't be absurd!

"Do you ever go without a bra?"

"Do I look like hussy?" the indignant wife spat back.

"Have you never thought was a shame it was to cover up such big beautiful ti-,
er I mean you must realize how frustrating it was for your husband when you
dress in such unrevealing clothes. Does that sound like a "good wife?'"

The young wife squirmed in her seat, clearly uncomfortable with the topic and
looked toward her lawyer for support, but Sheri was absent mindfully sucking on
her Mont Blanc, moving the pen in and out of her mouth. "I don't see how
wearing sensible clothes is not being a 'good wife.'"

The lawyer turned to face the courtroom and said, "The plaintiff wants you to
believe she is ignorant about what a torment it is for a healthy man to see his
'good wife's sexy body hidden from him and others." A sympathetic moan went up
from the onlookers.

"Objection, your honor" Sheri interjected, quickly putting away the pen. "I see
no purpose in this line of question except to embarrass my client."

"Your honor," responded Asa, "the plaintiff has affirmed she is a "good wife.'
I am attempting to show that the witness has no conception of what it means to
be a 'good wife.'"

"Objection overruled," Judge Finster smiled, enjoying seeing the uptight young
woman put on the spot.

"Mrs. Perkins, do you ever purchase clothes for your husband?"

"Of course. I buy his shirts, ties, trousers, everything. I have to make sure
he looks professional."

"And does he always agree with these purchases?"

"Well, no. If I left it to him, he would buy the most garish ties and loud
shirts." A murmur from men wearing purple shirts with yellow polka dots and red
and green ties rippled through the sultry air.

"And did your husband ever purchase garments for you or make known his
preferences in the clothes you purchased?"

"Well, only the usual things. He used to bring home ridiculously revealing
night wear and obscene lingerie; I always took it back of course. He was a
typical male pig! If I'd followed his suggestions, I'd be tarted up in
culi-skirts, six inch heels, brightly painted finger and toenails, bangles,
anklets and loopy earrings. I'd look like a prostitute!" Sheri cringed at this
outburst, much as she sympathized, as Cassandra was describing most of the women
in the courtroom.

"I see," concluded Asa. "You insist that your husband follow your taste in his
clothes, but as a 'good wife' you refuse to accommodate his preferences in your
attire. May we turn to socializing. Did you and your husband go out a lot as a
couple?"

Cassandra paused, not liking this line of questioning. "No, not often," she
admitted.

"And was this because your husband didn't want to take you out? I understand
that is a common complaint from outland women."

"Well, no. He wanted to go out all the time, but he had totally inappropriate
ideas of what was proper for married couples."

"I see! The plaintiff is an expert not only in being a 'good wife,' but also in
what is and is not 'proper' for married couples, perhaps she could elaborate,"
Asa smirked.

Cassandra glanced around nervously. This wasn't going as she had expected.
Shari had the pen back in her mouth. "Well, he wanted ... to go for
candlelight dinners and dancing and parties -- but his only reason was to get me
hot. All he really wanted to do was have SEX all the time!" she concluded in a
huff.

Asa turned back to Cassandra with a little smirk. "Very interesting, Mrs.
Perkins, how often does a 'good wife' have sex with her husband?"

"What?" Cassandra shouted standing up. "That's none of your damn business!"

The judge rapped her gavel stoutly and said, "Counsel is trying to determine the
level of frustration your husband might have be suffering. Answer the
question!"

Cassandra looked to her lawyer, clearly in search of direction. But her lawyer
was sitting limply with her eyes closed sucking on her pen as if resigned to
losing the case. "I ... I guess I let him have a normal amount of sex under the
circumstances, about once a month." Another collective gasp was heard
throughout the courtroom. "Well, after a while he didn't complain much, at
least until he started working in Cutter's Creek. When he came for visits, he
was obsessed; he wanted it all the time, every DAY, sometimes more!" Even
Cassandra could see that this revelation didn't win her much sympathy. "I HAD
to start dressing more conservatively or he would have been pestering me for sex
every time I turned around."

"Well who can blame him with the pretty ass you've ..." Ruth gaveled Asa to
silence even as she smiled.

A wave of mutters ran through the crowd. "A frigid bitch, and with those tits!"
she heard a man in the front row grumble.

Speaking of tits, Alice noticed the distraught wife had removed her jacket. The
heat of the courtroom, or could it be something else, Alice thought, must be
getting the better of her. Her lawyer had done the same. It was clear their
nipples were hard, looking like thumbs sticking out of melons under their
blouses.

The judge leaned down from her bench and fixed Cassandra with an icy frown. "Do
you mean to tell me that you have been denying your husband sex and then you
blame HIM for getting a little on the side?" The judge looked scandalized.
"Don't you realize healthy men need sex several times a day?"

"Huh? Several ... times ..." Cassandra was having trouble concentrating.

"How long have you been married, Mrs. Perkins?" Asa asked,. resuming his
questioning."

"Four years."

"And how many children do you have?"

"We have no children."

"You may not have none, sister, but our Charlie does. Two nursin' and five more
in the oven!" the twins' mother burst out, patting her tummy.

"Order!" Ruth gaveled, but smiled at the indignant young woman. "Don't talk
out of turn Lucy," she admonished in a kindly voice.

"Do you have some medical condition that prevents you from conceiving?" Asa
asked.

"Objection!" Sheri shouted. "That's prying."

"Not at all Y'honor. I reckon we can see that Charlie wants to have babies -- a
bunch, I guess," Asa chuckled. "And he don't have no trouble getting'em from
the looks of it." The courtroom broke out with cheers and whistles.

"Order!!!"

"I'm trying to find out if the failure of his 'good wife' to give him a houseful
of babies like men want is a result of a medical condition," Asa explained.

"Witness will answer the question." Ruth smirked.

Sheri's hands lingered over her bosom while she listened to Asa question
Cassandra. It looked to Alice like Sheri was mindlessly rubbing her breasts.

Cassandra shook her head, took a drink of water and replied, "No, I have no
medical condition to prevent conception. In fact, I'm extraordinarily fertile
and must take extreme precautions to avoid pregnancy. I've been on the Pill
since we were married and I always insist that my husband use a condom.
Limiting sex to my infertile periods once a month also helps insure that no
'accidents' happen."

"Let the record show that the witness resorts not only to chemical, but also
mechanical means to keep from gittin' knocked up. The witness admits she
refuses to bear children for her husband!"

An astonished gasp ran through the courtroom.

"How could I NOT refuse?" Cassandra exploded. "I have a career to consider."

"A career?" Asa declared. "Well wanting to contribute to the family income is
well and good, but surely you realize that a woman's first obligation to a man
is to bear as many children as her husband wishes. I can see that you marital
problems stem from your own problems with your body young lady."

Asa turned in exasperation to the judge. Y'honor, I've changed my mind. We
will not oppose this divorce. We only ask for a reasonable property settlement.
My client will settle for a modest monthly sum to help with child rearing
expenses."

"Now hold on, Asa!" Charlie interjected

"I can't do that. It's all or nothing, Asa." The judge shook her head at
Cassandra. "I should ALLOW you to divorce your husband. You don't deserve such
a loving, horny, virile, and sexy man who, fortunately, has found women who
appreciate him. But I am going to take compassion on you, Mrs. Perkins. I
believe you were genuinely ignorant of your husband's needs, your own duty as a
'good wife' to fulfill them, and the pleasure you would receive thereby.
Therefore, I'm giving you one last opportunity to reconcile with your
longsuffering husband. If you insist on divorce, however, I must grant it."

Now Asa was shocked. Sheri suddenly beamed.

"Opportunity?" Cassandra asked, confused. Alice could see that the water the
woman had been drinking the water throughout the trial had taken its toll. She
now seemed distracted again, moving her thighs together. Alice knew the feeling
and she had the hard tongue of the judge's clerk in HER horny twat at recess.
She could imagine what Cassandra must be going through.

"Yes, Mrs. Perkins, I will give you the opportunity to demonstrate that you even
having learned what men need, you remain unwilling to passionately satisfy the
normal demands of a husband for sex Mr. Perkins, please drop your pants and
approach the plaintiff's table."

"My God! You can't expect me to..."

"No. I'll allow a full reconciliation to be consummated later. Right now, I
just want to see how determined you are on this divorce." Ruth Finster nodded
to Charlie Perkins.

"I am determined, but ..." Grinning, Charlie took his nine-inch dong out of her
pants he approached his wife. "No, no! Not that! No decent woman could ..."
Cassandra paused, staring at the huge male organ just inches in front of her
eyes. "get that in ..." She was staring in fascination at her husband's cock,
several times larger than she had ever seen it before.

"Don't do it Cassy! It's disgusting. They're all perverts here!" Sheri
shouted.

"Would somebody shut that silly bitch up?" exclaimed the judge.

"Anything you say, Your Honor," a sheriff's deputy replied, springing to his
feet and whipping out his prick.

"No ... Mmppgh," came from Sheri's mouth as a large hard cock slipped between
the lips of the flailing young lawyer.

The commotion had not registered with Cassandra, who was staring transfixed at
the cock before her, pre-come forming at its tip. "...in, ... in her mouth,"
the young wife said as if in a dream.

"Sure you can, Cassy, baby. Just kiss it." It's leaking love juice for you.
Just suck me hard; we can start getting your pregnant later," Charlie replied
with a tenderness that brought a tear to Judge Finster's eye. How noble, she
thought; despite all the frustration his wife had caused him, Charlie still
loves her enough not only to let her suck his cock, but to give her a baby.

"Suck? Pregnant?" Slowly, Cassandra raised her hand, grasped her husband's
penis, and drew it to her mouth.

The courtroom erupted with applause.