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Archive name: cutter3.txt (MF, mc, preg)
Authors name: Homer Vargas
Story title : Cutterscreek

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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 the silly 
Alexi's "warning."  She wasn't going to be dissuaded 
by a woman with such little control of her own slutty 
desires as to let a sixth-grade boy make her pregnant.  
No, she was determined to have it out with the source 
of all the trouble here in Cutters Creek, that 
ignorant, benighted preacher of the Church of the 
Spirit.  From what she could tell, it was even worse 
that the Unity Church of Fertile Valley of which it 
was an offshoot.  The local preacher, John Daniels, 
was apparently the little brother of Luke Daniels of 
Fertile Valley.

"Hi, Miz Morrow" came the cheery greeting as Cindy 
walked into the Church office.  

"Lou Ann!  What are you doing here?" Cindy asked, 
surprised.  "You should be in school."  Lou Ann Harris 
and her mother were one of the few bright spots in 
Cindy's work recently.  She had convinced Peggy Harris 
to leave her, ne'er do well husband and use the money 
she used to give him for beer to help Lou Ann to stay 
in school.

"Oh, I don't need to go to school, no more  Elmer 
Baxter told me it was alright to drop out.  I can make 
us some money."

"And why would you be doing something just because 
Elmer Baxter told you to?" Cindy asked.

"Oh, me and Elmer are gonna to get married," the girl 
gushed  "Least I hope he'll marry me.  I'm a little 
pregnant."

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

"And I didn't, 'least I didn't know what we were doing 
was 'havin' sex.'  Elmer said he wanted to show me 
something he learned at the Boys Auxiliary from 
Church.  I asked him what but he wouldn't tell me.  He 
said he would show me, but I had to pull up my dress 
and pull down my panties.  I didn't want to do it, but 
I figured if he learned it in Church it must be OK."

"It was better than O.K., Miz Morrow  He got down on 
his knees and started licking me, right between the 
legs.  I got real wet, you know, like when I play with 
myself.  Elmer said I tasted real good.  He kept 
licking and kissing me and made me feel real good.  I 
got sorta trembly, so Elmer said I should sit on the 
couch but keep my legs spread wide open."

"He went back to licking me but then he started 
sucking on something he called my 'zlitty' and that 
made me feel even better.  Pretty soon I was buckin' 
and shakin' all over.  I didn't even feel it when he 
put is big ole prick in me and by the time I felt him 
shoving in and out, it felt too good to make him stop.  
He did that a bunch of times that night and sure 
enough three weeks later I missed my period."

"But how could that happen, Lou Ann?  I thought you 
and your mother were both going on the Pill 'in case.'

"Well," she grinned, "I reckon Elmer and Daddy just 
have really strong baby juice."

"'And Daddy?'" Cindy asked.

"Yeah, one night a few weeks after me and Elmer 
started going at it, Daddy came over to visit me like 
Mom promised him.  Daddy started lookin' at my breasts 
and Momma got real mad at him.  "I cain't help it 
Peggy, you know how I love seein' the titties of a 
pregnant girl."  They got to arguing.  Mom said I 
wasn't pregnant (I hadn't told her) and Daddy said she 
shouldn't be jealous, 'cause she had bigger, prettier 
tits than I did and he wanted to see them.  Momma was 
still mad and was trying to keep Daddy from getting 
his hand in her blouse.  I guess she didn't try hard 
enough because I heard her start to giggle.  When I 
peeked in at them, Daddy had Momma down on her back 
playing with the nipple of one or her big old boobies 
while he was sucking on the other one.  Then Momma go 
to enjoying it.  She had one hand holding Daddy's head 
to her breast and was fingering herself with the other 
one.  I guess Mom already knew about her 'zlitty.''"

"Then Daddy whispered something about showing her what 
he had learned a Men's Fellowship.  Oops!  I knew what 
that was, but Momma didn't.  Soon Daddy was licking 
her between the legs and he must have found her 
zlitty, too, 'cause Momma started bucking and moanin' 
just like I had with Elmer.  I knew what was about to 
happen and kind of wanted to warn Momma, but when I 
saw Daddy pull that big prick out and start to shove 
it up in Momma, I could tell it was too late.  And 
besides I was playing with myself to beat the band.  
Then Momma started screaming for him to fuck her, fuck 
her good.  I guess he did, 'cause Momma shore made a 
lot of racket that night.  Daddy came over a few more 
nights to fuck her some more and she turned up 
pregnant again a couple of week after I missed my 
period."

Although Cindy' wanted to find out more about Lou Ann 
and her mother, the time for her appointment was long 
past.  "Who is taking so long in there with Rev. 
Daniels, anyway? she asked.

"Judge Finster," Lou Ann replied

Cindy almost laugher out loud.  This was worth waiting 
for!  Ruth Finster was Rev. Daniels's nemesis on the 
County Board.  Whether it was zoning for a bigger 
parking lot or tax exemptions on Church businesses, 
Ruth fought the Church at every turn.  "This is not 
Rev. Daniels's day, she remarked with a grin.  "Here I 
am waiting to give him an earful and Judge Finster 
must be in there doing the same.'"

"No, I don't think so.  I believe it's a prayer 
meetin' or sumpin'," Lou Ann said seriously.

Now Cindy 'really felt like laughing.  Ruth Finster 
was a friend of hers - on of the few professional 
women in the county -- and a very reserved 
Episcopalian.  She was not likely to be in prayer with 
a Holy Roller.  "You must be mistaken, Lou Ann." 

I don't think so, Ma'am.  I was listening to then 
before you came in.  Wanna here?" she replied and 
turned on the intercom.

"Oh, Lord!  Yes!  Oh yes!  Give me more.  Oh, God!  I 
need it!  Fill me with the spirit.  Fill me again!" 
Ruth was screaming.

"Didn't I tell you?" Lou Ann announced.  "Judge 
Finster is praying."

Cindy wasn't so sure.  Her doubts only increased 
fifteen minutes later when the Judge wandered out of 
the preacher's study with a big dreamy smile on her 
face.  She didn't seem to hear Cindy's greeting at 
first.  Her blouse was buttoned up crooked and half of 
her bra was hanging out of her purse.  She didn't seem 
to care that her skirt was turned sideways.  
Fortunately, Cindy didn't notice and something white 
and slimy was trickling down the inside of her thigh.

"I hope you gave him a piece of your mind, Ruth" Cindy 
said uncertainly.

"Oh, did he ever get a piece … of my mind." The judge 
grinned weakly.

"You can go in now" Lou Ann smiled.

The Reverend John "Jack" Daniels looked exactly as 
Cindy expected -- 100% TV evangelist.  His expensive 
cream suit, string tie, long slicked-back hair and 
soft low heel boots confirmed him as an oily charlatan 
in Cindy's eyes.  "Well, if it isn't the pretty Miss 
Morrow from the Welfare Department.  What can I do for 
you ma'am?  How have you been?"

"I'm fine thank you, but I didn't come to chat," Cindy 
replied, none too politely.

"Sure thing, Miss.  Can I offer you some iced tea?"  
Cindy was a Diet Coke fan and had never gotten into 
iced tea that most people in Cutter's Creek drank 
constantly.  Most women, anyway.  The men mainly drank 
beer.

"I don't think ..."  The preacher reached across the 
desk and was already pouring her a big glass.  "Oh, I 
guess so.  Thank you.  This isn't a social call, Rev. 
Daniels."

"Any visit from a pretty woman is call for Cutters 
Creek hospitality, Ma'mn.  Especially a lady who is 
helping so many or our flock in need" he smiled, 
looking at Cindy and the tall glass.

Seeing no way to avoid the local ceremoniousness, 
Cindy took a sip of the tea.  "That's exactly what I 
came to talk about Rev. Daniels.  You see, …"

"How do you like it?"

"Hmm.  An … interesting flavor," Cindy admitted, 
trying to turn the conversation to business.

"Made with our own Font of Blessing Springs water," 
the preacher explained.  The Church has been bottling 
it for about a year now." 

"That's very nice," Cindy replied, taking a larger sip 
of the beverage.

"So what bring you here, ma'am?" the Reverend smiled.

Cindy took another sip.  Surprisingly good stuff, she 
thought.  No wonder so many women drank it.  Anyway, 
down to business.  Reverend Daniels might be a little 
backward in his social views, but he was certainly 
polite.  And kind of cute, now that she noticed.  She 
realized that she no longer felt quite the ire as when 
she walked in.  "Reverend Daniels, I have come to 
speak with you about your spreading of these absurd 
and retrograde notions about the place of women.  How 
can you preach that a woman's highest duty is to 
propagate.  Surly you can see the results.  You are 
turning the community into a rabbit hutch and welfare 
rolls are expanding obscenely like ..." Cindy stopped.  
She was about to blurt out "like the belly of a 
pregnant twelve year old."  It was just the first 
thing that popped into her mind, but it did seem a 
little harsh.

"Now I don't believe that you mean that, Cindy.  Can I 
call you Cindy?" he smiled.

Cindy was about to object but Jack's devilish smile 
made her stop.  "Sure,  uh, … Jack."  She said, 
somewhat unnerved by the man.  She took another drink 
from the glass to steady her.

"Thank you, Cindy.  You need to look at it from the 
believer's perspective.  We at the Church of the 
Spirit are just proclaiming our faith.  We believe 
Motherhood is the highest calling for a woman and 
bearing children is a sign of the spirit's favor.  
Many have heard our message and have been blessed by 
our work."

"Excuse me, Rev., er, Jack, but the things you preach 
just sound like outworn justifications for keeping 
women home in sackcloth, barefoot, and pregnant."

"That's not true, Cindy.  We realize many women need 
to work out side the home.  Given the economy around 
here, in fact, most women are the principle 
breadwinners for their families.  And we do NOT want 
our women wearing sackcloth.  A woman's body is the 
most beautiful object in Creation.  She honors it by 
allowing others to see as much of it as possible."

"I was speaking metaphorically, Jack.  Indeed, the 
clothes that I see women wearing to church are 
practically obscene.  Why most can hardly walk in 
those high heels and short, tight skirts.  And the 
blouses!  They leave little to the imagination."

"Why encourage vain imaginings, Cindy?  We just 
encourage the ladies to make the most of their 
endowments.  And fortunately, around here, most women 
are pretty well endowed." Jack grinned.  "If you 
attended Services, you would understand that Church 
women mainly use short skirts or long skirts with a 
high slit for a reason.  During the sermon, many good 
church women often feel the stirrings of the spirit.  
When they do, they like to be able to commune with 
their font of desire, or better still, have their 
husband or boyfriend do it for them."

Cindy was astounded.  This slick-talking Neanderthal -
- a damned handsome Neanderthal -- was practically 
admitting that he encouraged women to go around in 
short skirts and no panties so they could get 
themselves off anytime they got the urge or let some 
man finger then to orgasm at the drop of a hat.  Of 
course Cindy could see the advantage in that.  She 
rather wished she could get to her pussy for a little 
relief right now.  Suddenly aware of how inconvenient 
her baggy slacks and pantyhose were.  And the 
sneakers!  How dowdy she must look to Jack.  Well, she 
could change that.  In a mini and sheer blouse, she'd 
knock his socks off!  Wait, she was getting off track.

"Well, yes, but the pregnancies..." she sputtered, 
gulping more tea.

"That's true.  We teach there is no higher form of 
praise than for a husband and wife to create new life.  
What can be more beautiful that a woman's flat tummy 
starting to swell, her breast grow round and full"

Cindy shifted uncomfortably, unable to stifle a 
thought of what she would look like with a baby or two 
growing within her.  This man and his retrograde 
notions was menace.  Too bad he was so cute, Cindy 
thought.  If I got him in bed, maybe I could enlighten 
him.  No!  She took another swig of tea and forced her 
self to continue.  "If the couple can afford it, Jack!  
Many can't and they're forced onto welfare, especially 
when it’s a fourth or fifth or sixth child.  And 
besides, it's not just husbands and wives that have 
'heard your message.'  The out-of-wedlock pregnancy 
rate here is astounding."

"The Church does not condemn that, Cindy.  We 
understand that unmarried women, too, may find 
themselves moved by the spirit to join in the great 
work of co-creation.  When we see the Signs a 
Churchman will eagerly lend himself to the Work."

"What do you mean, 'Signs'" Cindy asked a little fear 
cracking her voice?

"I think you know what I mean, Cindy.  I feel the 
spirit moving here today.  I see those signs."

"No!" Cindy gasped.

"Yes, Cindy.  The spirit is at work.  Even beneath 
those unsightly clothes, I can tell your body feels 
the inspiration.  Your breasts, breast made to suckle 
new life, Cindy, are they not getting hard?"

"Of course no ..." she hesitated, realizing her 
breasts were hard as rocks.  If only she could reach 
in and give then the kind of good squeeze they needed.

"Do not resist the will of the spirit, Cindy.  Are you 
ready for the laying on of hands?

"Of hands?" the confused woman asked.

"Hands!"  Jack Daniels had now left his desk and was 
standing behind Cindy.  "Yield to the urgings of the 
spirit, Cindy.  Let the Work begin," he whispered, 
blowing in her ear as his hands found their way inside 
her sweat top and magically released her bra.  "You 
have wonderful breasts, Cindy, breasts made to nurture 
babies.  Do you not want that blessing?"  He had now 
come around to stand in from of the speechless young 
woman.  Smiling down at her, he removed her top 
completely and leaned down so his mouth could begin to 
tease one of Cindy's engorged nipples.

"Blessing, blessing!" she gasped.

"I think you are, Cindy" he whispered as he made it 
his business to find out.  Quickly, the preacher's 
hands unbuttoned her baggy jeans and slipped into her 
pussy.

"Taste and prove," he whispered and dropped to his 
knees, lowering his mouth to her dripping sex.  
Proceeding slowly at first he licked her inflamed 
thighs as he stealthily approached her lips -- the 
other ones.  Cindy moaned as his tongue found its way 
into her steaming hole, lapping methodically, making 
it impossible for her to think.  Suddenly her body was 
wracked in orgasm but the sprit-worker's tongue kept 
up its delicious assault.

"Thy cup overflotheth, Cindy.  Your promised land is 
filled with milk and honey," he mumbled into her muff 
as he drank from the writhing woman's pussy.  Drank 
and tasted and smelled.  Was such a marvelous 
coincidence possible?

Cindy lurched with disappointment when she felt his 
mouth leave her pussy just seconds before she felt one 
and two and three fingers being re-inserted.  
Continuing a gentle friging, Rev. Daniels kissed her 
breast and whispered "Cindy my child, you may be truly 
blessed this day.  Tell me, what day is it for you?"

"What day ... huh?" the dazed woman could hardly 
speak.

"You are so open to the spirit, Cindy; the spirit is 
flowing.  When did you have your period last?"

"Dunno ... two, yeah, two weeks agooooo" she moaned 
again in orgasm as Jack accelerated his persistent 
manipulation of her clit.

"As I suspected.  And an upright unmarried woman like 
you wouldn't be on the Pill would you?"

"No, no, oh yesssss" she gasped, coming again.

"Then Cindy you can not only receive the spirit, you 
may be filled with the sprit this very day.  Do you 
want it?  Do you wish to be filled?"  His mouth had 
found her clit again and begun sucking and flicking 
it.

"Yes.  Oh fill me!  Fill me!" she screamed as a final 
orgasm washed away her little remaining consciousness.

Gazing down at the vacant smile on Cindy, Jack reached 
for the intercom.  "Lou Ann, come in here and help me 
get Miss Morrow onto the daybed next to my office.  
She has had a religious experience and need to recover 
for a while.  Better bring another pitcher of tea as 
well.  Oh, ... and then call all the deacons to tell 
them there will be a special meeting of the Board this 
afternoon.  We will hold a special rite of initiation 
for the newest member of the Church."

*******

Alexi and Carlos couldn’t speak for a few seconds 
after hearing Cindy's tale.  "Cindy, you little twerp, 
do you mean to tell me that less than a half hour 
after walking into that preacher's office you were on 
your back letting him fuck your lights out?"

"Well, I wasn't on my back the whole time." Cindy 
protested  "Several of the men said I should get down 
on my elbows and a couple of them liked it when I sat 
in their laps."

"So you pulled a train for the entire Board of 
Deacons?"

"Uh, I guess so.  Jack talked about a train, a soul 
train or something.  But I couldn't pay much 
attention.  Every time another man laid hands on me, I 
felt the spirit move again and ... it was wonderful!  
I don't know how many times I received the spirit that 
afternoon."

"This is terrible, Cindy.  I hope you haven't had any 
further contact with the church crowd."

"Crowd?" Cindy giggled.  "I guess it was a little 
crowded with all the deacons standing around in Jack's 
office, waiting to help initiate me.  But no, since 
then I just have to go over to Jack's office every 
evening for my private catechism."

"I'm afraid to ask what goes on," Alexi said, rolling 
her eyes.

"I don't remember much about it either, but Jack says 
he doesn't think I'll need many more classes.  He just 
wants to continue until he sees signs I have been 
blessed with a 'filling with the spirit.'  Did I say 
something wrong?"

Alexi and Carlos just looked at each other.  "Cindy, 
don't you know what happens to women who get "filled" 
without protection, or in this place, even with it?"

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

*****
... to be continued ...

Well, you don't need me to tell you the answer to that 
question do you?  So first Alexi and now Cindy has 
fallen victim to the mysterious forces loose in 
Cutter's Creek.  Can no one bring this abhorrent 
little community into line?  Well, if anyone can it 
would be Alice Wells, State Commissioner of Education 
who is determined to find out why Cutters Creek 
Consolidated School is in chaos.  Read more in Chapter 
4.

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