Homer Vargas, Billy Breed, and EBC
Title: Cutters Creek
Part: 9
Universe: Fertile Valley
MC, Mdom, humor, preg
Summary: The State Superintendent sees Cutters Creek
Justice in action.
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First Posted 02/15/04
Last Edited 02/06/04

Cutters Creek 9 (MC, Mdom, humor, preg)
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com

Ideas and text from Billy Breed and EBC

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 fuck 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 cunt 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 Kenrs, 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 Saturnaila! 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 fucking 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 fuck! 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 MaCabe's cabin to fuck Polly
and Molly and then over to Ma and Pa's to fuck me and
my girls, it just made more sense for us to all move
in with him. That way we could all get fucked 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 fuck 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 fucked, 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 aint 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 argreein
with his hips as he bucked into Polly while she rode
him. He asked sum'tin 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 they 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 fuck 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 gettin' fucked 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
fucking 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
fucking 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 fucking 'em. They just had to
tell my girls."

"Well once Janny and Nanny found out not only that
their 'big cousins' had their teacher fucking 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 fucked '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 fucker! 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 cunt, 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 fucking 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 MaCabe 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 MaCabe twins who were
nursing their babies again and licking their lips) 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 cunt 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 fucked you didn't
strip down and try to get him to fuck 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
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
loveed 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.

To be continued.
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