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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ Cutters Creek - 3 (MF, mc, preg) By Homer Vargas (vargas111@yahoo.com) *** 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. To be continued... Comments and suggestions welcome at: Vargas111@yahoo.com * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 16