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Authors name: Homer Vargas (vargas111@yahoo.com)
Story title : Cutters Creek - 4

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Cutters Creek - 4 (MF, MC, humor, preg) 
Homer Vargas (vargas111@yahoo.com) 

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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 at last 
year to Annie Boone, one of the most reliable civil 
servants of the Department of Education. You couldn't ask 
for a more levelheaded woman. Annie was unmarried; some 
might even call her a spinster, although at forty-five, 
still slim and attractive, who was to say she might not 
still decide to get married. Annie lived with her 
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 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 Pochable. 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 coming!" When Annie 
opened the door several minutes later, she was flushed 
and disheveled. Her tiny skirt was a mess, the frilly 
blouse was half-buttoned wrongly, and only one stocking 
had been pulled hastily into place. A blond giant was 
grinning sheepishly and fastening up his overalls. 
Alice's shock only deepened when she realized the man 
Annie had 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 it she was getting close to Cutters Creek. 
 
Around the next bend was her answer. Alice had to brake 
abruptly for the wagon in front of her. As she drove by 
carefully, very carefully on the narrow road, she had 
plenty of time to observe the occupants. In the middle, 
holding the reins was a man of maybe no more than 25 with 
a young woman, presumably his wife snuggled close to his 
side. Wait, at his other side was another woman who 
looked like the twin of the first and she was sitting 
just as close as the other woman and looking just as 
wifely and just as pregnant - hugely pregnant. If Alice 
wasn't mistaken, they were wanking him. In the back were 
their offspring. The phrase "children having children" 
popped into Alice's mind as she saw two gawky boys 
energetically fucking away at two younger and very 
pregnant girls. 
 
A little farther along she came to the outskirts of the 
little town. Pulling her Lexis into a dilapidated filling 
station complete with rusting tin roof, unpainted plank 
walls, and ancient pick-up truck 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 entedre 
and smiled at this backwoods courtesy, although she 
wished now she had not worn the skirt that was clinging 
to her hips rather revealingly. "Why, yes, thank you. 
I'll have a Perrier lemon." The man's blank look 
indicated another misstep. 
 
"We's got some mighty fine Spirit Springs water, bottled 
right over in Fertile Valley. Lemme gitcha some. Emmy 
Lou," he shouted, "git some water fer the lady." Moments 
later a girl appeared with a frosty glass of water and a 
large unopened plastic bottle. Alice almost dropped it, 
as she gaped at the largest, most over-stretched belly 
she had ever seen on such a small girl; she couldn't be 
more than twelve. "Emmy Lou, gonna give us 'nother set o' 
twins, purdy soon," the man announced proudly, pulling up 
the little girl's dress to caress her tightly stretched 
belly. 
 
"Why this IS delicious," Alice agreed taking a sip to 
avoid staring at the girl's down-covered pussy. She had 
not realized how thirsty she was; she drank the entire 
glass. "Thank you. How much do I owe you for the gasoline 
and the bottled water." 
 
"Eighteen fifty for the gas. The 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. Although not so obvious, Alice 
was pretty sure the bulge under Jenny's skirt also meant 
a baby on the way. 
 
"Mary Lou, Angie Mae," Jenny called out, "y'all hep Miz 
Alice with her bags." 
 
Almost immediately two large blond girls that looked 
amazingly like Clem appeared. "Yes'am Aunt Annie," they 
said as they hefted Alice's bags inside, apparently 
unconcerned they might harm the child each was so 
obviously carrying. 
 
"I's pleased as..." Annie seemed to catch herself. "I 
mean how nice you decided to drop in on us, Alice. What 
brings you all the way out here to Cutters Creek?" 
 
"Annie! Look at yourself, at your sister, at those two 
girls. Do you have to ask why I came? I've got to find 
out what is going on here and put a stop to it. This 
little town is going to bankrupt the State." 
 
"But Alice, I explained all that in my final report. The 
people here are just extremely healthy, probably because 
of the pristine environment, and attractive. What is so 
strange about them having babies? 
 
"Annie! You can't mean that. We're talking girls of 12 
and 13 and even of 9 and 10 having babies, not 
mention..." Alice caught herself before she said "women 
your age," and continued diplomatically, "older women." 
 
"Alice, let's not discuss this right now. You've had a 
long trip. Let's get you to your room so you can relax. 
Then you come right back down here at suppertime and we 
can talk all you want. What do you say you stay with us 
at no charge? THAT will help the State's budget that you 
are so worried about, won't it?" Annie laughed. 
 
Alice had to agree. She was tired. One of the double-name 
blondes appeared again to take her to the room. "This 
way, Miz Alice, " she smiled. As the pregnant girl led 
Alice along the narrow corridors, her feminine aroma 
filled the confined spaces. Alice could smell the girl's 
arousal and it affected her as well. She had heard that 
some women became incredibly horny when they were 
pregnant. This one must be a little minx. Probably as 
soon as she was finished here, she would rush off to find 
the man that 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. 
 
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Dear Honeymoon Heaven, 
 
"Mable and I had two children when we were first married, 
but then she decided to return to work and postpone 
having more babies for a while. The "while" turned into 
twenty years and I was becoming more and more concerned 
about her ability to have more children, 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 Mable hardly wanted to get out of 
bed. When I couldn't get it up (and we were both 
pleasantly surprised how often I could), she let me eat 
her, something she had always refused me up until then. 
To make a long story short, by the time we left, Mable's 
tits were already getting bigger and 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 Mable told me she's expecting again." 
 
"Thank you, thank you, Honeymoon Haven 
 
(Signed) 
 
Satisfied Husband 
 
PS 
Thanks, too, for persuading us to sign up for the monthly 
shipments of Spirit Springs water. Mable just loves it!" 
 
******************************* 
 
Other letters told of husbands whose virility 
miraculously returned when wives finally got hubby to 
Honeymoon Heaven, shy wives who became sexual athletes, 
and grandmothers producing little aunts and uncles for 
their grandchildren to baby-sit. It was all very strange 
and it is made 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. 
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." 
 
To be continued...

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