Clinic In the Mountains

“I say that we’ve got to do something. The ignorant
savages and their unchecked breeding is costing the
state millions,” Cindy had just exclaimed. “If we
don’t, soon we’ll be as bad off as the folks up in
Fertile Valley.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, you silly
twit,” Alexi replied.

The friction that was developing between Cindy and
Alexi did neither of them any good. Why couldn’t the
two women see that it was circumstances, not the
other’s fault. They had a problem and needed to work
together. Both women had been under a lot of strain
recently.

Cindy Morrow had just taken over as the new head of
the welfare department when she started to see happen
here in Cutter’s Creek what she had heard about over
in Fertile valley. A population explosion! Not just
young wives — though Cindy guessed there wasn’t a
married woman under forty that wasn’t expecting —
but teenage girls, most of the few single professional
women in town, and many older women, soon over sixty
were starting to show big bellies.

Alexi Carpenter had been sent to Cutters Creek by the
state Health Department to set up a clinic on an
emergency basis. She could not understand what was
happening. It wasn’t just the sudden change in the
little community’s demographics — that girls who were
“way” too young and matrons who were “way” too old
were having babies for the first time or for the first
time in many years. The change in the women
themselves was equally amazing. Alexi remembered a
typical case of not long ago. A young woman had come
to her with her daughter, begging for contraceptives,
“the strongest you’ve got,” to protect her from an
unwanted pregnancy. Nevertheless, a few weeks later
when both mother and daughters appeared at Alexi’s
clinic, their bellies already starting to show, they
were blissfully happy with the babies. Well, she had
thought it strange then.

“I don’t dispute your arithmetic, Ms Wilson,” Alexi
said, her voice dripping with irony. “You hand out
the welfare checks. They may be breeding like minxes,
but ignorant they are not. They were smart enough to
get to me, or hadn’t you noticed,” she smirked casting
her eyes down at the noticeable little bulge in her
own belly. “You’ll mind your own business, if you
know what’s good for you or you’ll wind up looking
like this,” she warned.

“Oh!” said Cindy somewhat embarrassed by Alexi’s open
mention of sex. For a social worker, Cindy was
surprisingly uptight. “I thought that you and your
fiance just, er, got a little head start on the
wedding plans during your last visit back to the
city.”

“In his dreams! Ralph has been wanting to get me
knocked up for two years so I’d marry him, but I was
`too smart,'” she laughed ironically at herself. “I
was a career girl. No man was going to get me
pregnant and turn me into his little housewife! No,
the visit was to inform my EX-fiance of my
`condition.'”

“You don’t mean it? The bastard dumped you just
because of that? I’m so sorry,” Cindy commiserated.

“Hell no!” Alexi scoffed. “Oh, Ralph was a little
upset at first that someone else beat him to the
punch, but I knew once I got him on his back and his
prick stuffed up in my hot little box, I could
reconcile him to my little eight pound mistake. But
after that first night, I realized I could never marry
him. I fucked him as hard as I could, but nothing
happened. I had forgotten what an inadequate prick he
has, barely seven inches. And he could only come for
me three times, four if you count the farewell ride
the next morning. After what I had gotten used to
here, I knew it would be unfair to both of us to go
on. He begged and cried, but I told him it was better
this way. Otherwise he would end up like those men on
the Dark Wanderer site, constantly watching his horny
wife get fucked and bearing children of better endowed
men.”

“‘After what you were used to?’ I don’t understand.”
Cindy asked, puzzled. “You mean some man here in
Cutter’s Creek made you pregnant?”

“Did I say it was a man?” Alexi laughed. “Oh well, I
guess you should know just what happened to me – to
know what you’re up against.”

“I had only been in town a few months when Zeb showed
up in my clinic on Friday afternoon when my Rosa had
already gone home to nurse her triplets.”

“Zeb? Zebulin Deeks?” exclaimed Cindy. “Why we
suspect him of being responsible for knocking up six
of the girls in Cutter Creek Jr. High and one of the
teachers!”

“Probably true,” Alexi nodded. “In fact that was the
`problem he ostensibly came to discuss with me. I
know now that it was all set up, but at the time I
didn’t think anything of it. Don’t interrupt, and let
me tell you how it happened.”

*****

“Just what kind of a problem do you mean?” I asked.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Miz Carpenter. It
seems like every time I’m around some purdy girl, I
gits her preggers. Sometimes it’s just one, but
usually I puts two or three young’ens in her.”

“Well, that’s what having unprotected sex will go to a
girl.” I laughed. “But `every time?’ That is rather
unusual. Women can only get pregnant on a few days
during each month.”

“I know that Miz Carpenter. It’s like I can tell when
they’s ready, you know, smell it or somthin’. I just
. my gosh. Miz Carpenter, you’s got that smell.”

I could have been offended, but I knew he wasn’t
talking about body odor. Apparently the boy could
detect the subtle pheromones that women emit when they
are fertile. I guess I should have been worried that
he had `sniffed me out.’ For amazingly, he was right;
I probably *was* ovulating that day. Since I moved to
Cutters Creek I had noticed that my contraceptive
pills did not seem to be working. I took them on the
28 day cycle as I had been taught, but after the first
month here, my periods started to come and go on their
own quick-time schedule. I was about two weeks into
this one. I am enough of a nurse to recognize the
change in pussy mucus that signals “egg-on-the-way.”
That morning I had noticed I was stickier than usual
and, looking at this overgrown boy grinning in front
of me, I realized I was hornier than usual, as well.

“And what happens when you detect a woman in this
state,” I asked, trying to maintain my professional
air.

“Well .” he grinned. Gosh, his bashfulness was making
me want to give him a big hug!

“I starts thinkin’ about how purdy they’d look with a
big belly sticking out of their tight pants. You’d
shor be purdy that way, Miz Carpenter.”

“Well, I do want to have children, someday, Zeb, but
back to your `problem,'” I said, trying to ignore the
wetness I felt growing between my legs. “What happens
next?”

“Somethin’ I cain’t help, Miz Carpenter – my old thang
starts getting big and hard.”

I gasped as my gaze fell into his lap. Clearly
evident between his legs under his loose shorts was
the biggest bulge I had ever seen. I like men with
big cocks and my boyfriends have never been pikers,
but this was a phenomenon. I was transfixed.

“Gosh, Miz Carpenter, you’re lookin’ at it the same as
Amy Lou Stricklin did when I pregged her. Her eyes
was as big as yours. And she started pantin’ when she
see’d my thang git big.”

“‘Do . do you . do anything when this happens?” I
forced my self to ask, trying to gain control over my
breathing.

“Not really, I just tells’er how purdy her titties
are, all hard and round and how cute her nipples are
poking out through her blouse. Cuz when they sees my
thang, their titties get real hard, just like yours
are, Miz Carpenter. When I sees a big purdy set `o
titties round and hard, I jus wants to reach out an’
give ’em a tweak.”

What I feared and what I wanted. Putting work to his
words, he stood up and came over up to me. For a
minute he just looked down at my boobs that seemed to
be getting bigger and harder by the second. Then he
reached down and unbuttoned my blouse and popped my
tits out of the bra. He did more than tweak; he began
feeling me up like a pro. “You like this, don’t you
Miz Carpenter. All the girls do.”

“‘Zeb, please, stop. You’re making me so wet.”

“‘Yup, all the girls gets wet between the legs when I
feel up their titties, but they like it and don’t make
me stop. You don’t want me to stop playing with your
big ole boobies, do you, Miz Carpenter?’ I was afraid
of what was happening, but I shook my head, no.”

“Lemme see just how wet you are Miz Carpenter.” I
could only moan. If he was asking permission to run
his had up my dress, push aside my panties and start
fingering my pussy, he didn’t need it. The boy had me
so horny, I would have let him do anything.

“You’re a lot wetter that Amy Lou was, Miz Carpenter
and she was really leakin’. You’re really messin’ up
your dress. Is it because you hasn’t gotten fucked in
a while?

I nodded helplessly.

“I’m sorry Miz Carpenter, but when I sees a woman as
hot as you and needin’ a good fuckin’ as bad as you,
I’ve just got to get out my thang.”

I had closed my eyes as he played with my pussy but
opened them enough to see him drop his shorts and
display a cock longer and thicker than I have ever
dreamed of. “Oh, Zeb!” I exclaimed.”

“You’re gonna have to take your skirt off for me to
git this in you, Miz Carpenter,’ he said matter-of-
factly There was no question about what I was going
to do. I wanted to `git’ his cock in me and I would
do anything for it. I shucked my dress in a flash.

“You look real sexy in them panties, but you’d better
take `em off.”

The panties joined my skirt on the floor.

“You got a good place for me to fuck you?” he asked.”

“The examination table, Zeb. You can fuck me on the
examination table!” I cried and pulled him into the
next room.”

“That’s good,” he said as he lay me back on the table
and pulled my knees up to spread my legs. `Jus’ the
right height,’ he observed and eased his cock into me.
I should tell you that it was too big, that it hurt,
but that would be a lie. I was so horny, that monster
cock slid right in with no trouble at all. Then he
took me by the hips and began to fuck the shit out of
me.

“You’re a lot looser that Amy Lou, Miz Carpenter. I
guess that’s because you’s a growed-up woman,” he
remarked after a few minutes of hard pounding.
“Prob’bly easier to knock you up, too, huh?”

I was just coming down from my second or third orgasm,
but I heard a request for my professional opinion.
“Yeah, I’ll be a lot easier to get pregnant than a
little girl,’ I confirmed.”

“I guess you’re happy about that aren’t you, Miz
Carpenter? You want me to fuck you and come in you
and to make you pregnant?”

“Oh, yes, Zeb, please!” I heard myself say.

“You want me to put a whole bunch of babyjuice in your
pussy so you can get a big tummy?”

“‘Yes, Zeb, honey! Just fuck me. I want a baby, I
want YOUR baby. Come in me! Come in MEEEEEEE!” I
screamed as I felt about a gallon of hot boyspunk
flood my fertile pussy and set off the biggest orgasm
of my life. I passed out.”

“Ohmygod! That’s terrible. Almost rape,” Trudy
exclaimed sympathetically, but perhaps a little turned
on, too, and happy it hadn’t been she. “Poor thing,
getting pregnant from one quick fuck. How unlucky.”

“There was noting quick about it and who said anything
about just one?” Alexi sniffed. “When I came to Zeb
was fumbling to get some pillows under my ass.

“Mamma says I should get a girl’s ass up in the air to
help the baby juice stay in her pussy where it will do
the most good.” I lifted my butt cooperatively. Who
was I to make a boy to disobey his mamma? “She says
that getting a girl off a few time after she’s been
fucked helps, too. It’s going to be a little while
before I can fuck you again, but I can eat you, if
you’d like. Mamma has teached me good, cuz now that
she’s so big, I can hardly get it in her deep enough
to `make her happy.'”

The boy might be uneducated, but he was surely polite
and well bred. He looked at me funny when I giggled,
reflecting that it was I who was being well bred. I
didn’t explain. Time he found out that women are
mysterious creatures. Fortunately he took my giggles
as consent and promptly stuffed his face in my muff.

Oh mamma! Or somebody had taught the boy how to eat a
pussy. He immediately fell into a delightful rhythm
of long slow licks of my sensitive labia punctuated by
unpredictable little attacks on my clit. The urge to
come was almost overpowering, but he wouldn’t quite
push me over the edge. “Zeb, baby, please! Make me
come, honey. Let me come.” I felt rather than saw
him grin before he finally latched onto my clit and
draw it between his lips to flick it with his tongue!
All the fireworks of the Fourth of July exploded in my
pussy and the shockwave rolled up my spine and out to
the tips of my fingers. When it reached my eyelids, I
went out like a light.”

I was awakened by Zeb sliding his re-engorged cock
into my cunt again, but I didn’t retain consciousness
too long. “Mamma says its best to put in two good
loads at the first, OK?’ I gave him a silly little
grin. I was going to have to meet this mamma some
time, I reflected just as Zeb put a stop to all higher
brain functions by filling me with enough sperm to
float a small freighter.

“I’m kind of hungry, Miz Carpenter. You got any food
back at your trailer?” was the next thing I heard when
I woke up.

“My `trailer!” Isn’t that precious? It was dark, so
no one saw a partly dressed and obviously just-fucked
State Health Department nurse of 35 leading a grinning
boy of twelve from the clinic. I pushed him into the
driver’s side of my car. In my condition, I’d smile
at a tree and expect it to move out of the way. I
knew letting a twelve year old drive was illegal, but
so too, was letting a twelve year old fuck your brains
out.

I got him back to the efficiency I rent in those new
apartments on the edge of town ASAP. I was hot to get
this little fucker’s donkey dick in me again, but I
wasn’t keen on everybody knowing it. Not being a
domestic type, there wasn’t much in the apartment to
refuel him with. “High energy, High protein” claimed
the label of my breakfast drink. That should do the
trick.

Zeb had just given me two, thousand-calorie fucks I
reckoned and he needed the energy. And he had also
lost quite a bit of protein, a lot of which was even
then soaking into the upholstery of my car where it
had leaked out of me on the ride over. (I never have
been able to get that stain out, Dammit!) And I could
use the energy too. I’ve never seen it on an exercise
chart, but I figure that with the spasming of my
pussy, the bucking of my hips, the flailing of my
arms, and the tossing of my head from side to side, an
orgasm must be worth at least three flights of stairs.
If so, I had been on a Stairmaster for three hours.

We chug-a-lugged two cans each and I led Zeb by the
hand to my bed to teach the boy some of the fine
points of foreplay. He didn’t disappoint. If I had a
complaint, it was that he revived too soon and had me
roaring to go before I got properly eaten again. I
don’t guess you need more play by play action. Zeb
kept me on my back and full of his fuck all weekend.
I hated for Monday morning to come around, but he
promised to be at the clinic that afternoon so he
could “make me happy” again that night.

He kept him promise and came again on Tuesday night,
too, but not after that. I guess he figured I was
either knocked up or I couldn’t be for another month.
I was disappointed, but I understood. He had a number
of women to service and I couldn’t expect him to spend
all his time with me. As it turned out, he didn’t
need to return. Three weeks later I bought a home
pregnancy test kit and got the news. Alexi Carpenter,
professional nurse, had been seduced and knocked up
during that wild weekend fling a boy more than twenty
years younger than I.

“I can’t believe you let him do that,” said Cindy with
a snort.

“I was in some kind of rut. I knew he was going to
make me pregnant and I wanted him to. So you know why
I say keep away from them, or your little smarty pants
may be getting at tight as mine are” Alexi retorted.

“If you hadn’t already been such a cockhound, maybe it
wouldn’t have happened. I’d never let a twelve year
old BOY fuck me!”

“I’ll bet you’ve never gotten laid at all. You’ll
sing a different tune if you even get that precious
little pussy of yours filled with a twelve inch dick!”

“Never!” Cindy replied with a smirk.

End?

Brave words! But will Cindy find out the hard way
how all the women in Cutter’s Creek are getting
pregnant?

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