[This story stands alone, but it makes allusions to the Cutters Creek stories of Homer Vargas, Especially chapter 7. If you like this one, you may like the others and vice versa.]
"Oh Johnny, Johnny! Faster, please, Johnny! I'm almost there!"
John Finch grinned wickedly as he plowed even harder into the writhing young woman beneath him. Annie Lynn was a sight! Her hair was disheveled and matted with perspiration; the sheet beneath her was sodden from repeated climaxes and still she was pleading for more! John couldn't believe his luck the first time she'd hit on him at the diner. She was practically jailbait, just nineteen, with hooters like a porno queen and an ass that wouldn't quit. She'd been wearing the coveralls that all the girls in the area seemed to favor, but they hadn't done much to cover all the girl's huge tits. He'd been hard at the first sight of her.
That had been at the diner where the men working on the town's new hospital ate lunch. Out of nowhere Annie Lynn Townley had sat down by him and struck up a conversation. He was gazing into her blue eyes trying not to be too obvious about looking down her front at the biggest set of bare tits he'd ever seen, when he felt her hand on his prick through his pants. Although he had an average size or better equipment, comparing himself to the enormous bulges he noticed on the local men, John had been feeling embarrassed his small size. Annie Lynn's hand was making him feel a lot better about it. By the time lunch was over he'd come in his pants and she'd invited him to eat at her place the next day.
If John had been pleased with himself when Annie Lynn had asked him to eat with her he'd been even happier when she'd met him at the door of her trailer. She hadn't been wearing anything but a smile under that hose coat. John ate nothing for lunch that day but Annie Lynn's soft wet pussy. The girl had lain back and let his tongue bring her to several screaming orgasms before inviting him to plunge his prick into her well-prepared snatch. For the last two weeks he'd been "eating" at Annie Lynn's every day. Not only was it great sex, but he was starting to lose his six pack stomach from all the "working out" he'd done at her place!
"Oh, Johnny, turn me. I want it doggy style!" Annie Lynn moaned. John pulled out and considered his cock. It was a lot longer and thicker than it used to be, maybe from all the exercise Annie Lynn was giving it. Then again, maybe it was that Annie Lynn was so much hotter than his wife. Sure, May was a good woman. She'd born him one beautiful daughter, although he had hoped for quite a few more, and she agreed to come with him to this dinky town for a construction job, but she just wasn't the best in bed. After the first few months of marriage, once-a-week sex was more than enough for her. She had never let him do her doggy style the whole time they were married and she thought his desire to eat her pussy was some kind of perversion. Strangely, in the last few days she had been warming up to him, but nothing like the insanely passionate Annie Lynn.
As he re-entered Annie Lynn's dripping cunt, John briefly wondered what his wife was doing. Probably just watching the soaps as usual.
May Finch arched her back in ecstasy then dropped her head to the bed burrowing in a pillow as she screamed out another orgasm. She didn't want the neighbors to hear, especially that slut next door, Suzie Johnson, the wife of one of the other construction workers. That horny bitch was so loud that everyone in the trailer park knew when she was getting it, at least when it wasn't from Tim Johnson. Suzie had all the boys on her son's football team on some kind of rotating schedule to come and score with her. Like Suzie, May never screamed with her husband, but Freddie Townley was so much bigger that she simply couldn't help herself. She had to howl out her pleasure to the world. "Oh Miz Finch I'm real close!" Freddie croaked in a husky, breathless tone. May drove her face deeper into the pillow to bellow again. She could feel Freddie's cock swelling up as he approached orgasm, and it was bringing her to another plateau of pleasure.
As Freddie's sperm splattered the inside of May's pussy, she blessed the man who had invented the birth control pill. Encasing Freddie's marvelous, thick, veined cock in latex was unthinkable. Without her pills, she would have been limited to oral sex with this delicious boy. She loved the way he could bring her to orgasm after orgasm with his tongue and she adored the taste of his rich spend when she sucked him off, but those pleasures couldn't compare to the ecstasy of Freddie's huge cock pounding her pussy. Thanks to her protection, she could let the boy fuck her silly every day, even this week. Her period had been just a couple of weeks ago, not long after Freddie came to her door selling magazines and spent the afternoon turning May's world upside down. He seemed especially intent on making her come today, delivering his thick hot and semen as deep into her pussy as possible, almost as if he wanted to get her pregnant. The thought of this boy drowning one of her defenseless eggs with his no doubt potent sperm and making her belly swell with his baby was so wanton, it sent May careening into yet another climax, the best she had ever had. Getting pregnant with Jill didn't even come close.
May briefly wondered what her daughter was doing before waves of pleasure from the boy's man-size cock blotted out all other thoughts.
Jill Finch moaned as the tongue on her clit moved faster and faster. She was getting close to another orgasm and didn't care who heard her. But the tongue was suddenly removed leaving only the fingers in her pussy to keep her boiling. Although they were nice, the orgasm that had been building began to fade. Distantly she heard the voice of her Sex-Ed teacher speaking.
"Ok everyone gather around. You see she's almost ready." The fingers moved up to circle her clit. "You all know what a clitoris looks like, so we won't need to go over that." There was a round of chuckles. Then the teacher's voice continued, "Boys I want you to get a whiff of her scent. Does it smell different than girls' pussies do most of the time?" There was a general murmur of ascent. "Can anyone tell me why?"
Her teacher's skilled fingers were driving Jill back toward orgasm; she concentrated on the sensations and heard the voices as if from far off. "She's ready to accept the spirit today!" a strong young voice replied. Distantly Jill recognized the voice as belonging to Cliff Cooper. Jill had a crush on Cliff, but she knew she didn't have a chance with him. He had a big-breasted girlfriend named Mandy, now four or five months along. The pregnancy had made the girl' tits absolutely huge. How Jill envied those knockers; all the boys in school stared at the girls with big ones. Hers had grown from an A to a C since she moved here, but they were still a lot smaller than Mandy's, or most of the other girls in town for that matter.
"That's right, Cliff" the gym teacher's voice replied. "But then you should know from putting the bun in Mandy's oven, right?" Again there were chuckles. "Jill is mid way through her cycle and probably dropped an egg a day or so ago. Move to where you can see, I'm going to give a demonstration of how to knock a girl up."
There was the sound of people moving around and the fingers left Jill's pussy. She opened her eyes to watch the teacher climb on top of her. Mr. Jackson was a good-looking man in his late twenties. He was thin and muscular with blond hair and enchanting blue eyes. Jill liked the idea of him putting a baby in her. "Everyone move so you can see my cock entering her. See how I stretch her? Deep vaginal penetration is best, as it puts the baby juice where it'll do her the most good"
Again there was the sound of general laughter, but this time Jill heard a girl give a high moan. Mr. Jackson must have heard it to because he said, "What's the matter Miss Reiley?"
Sara Reiley was her friend, one of the other girls whose fathers moved to the area to work on the big new hospital. "Ooh nothing, nothing's WRONG, sir. Ooh God yes! Jacob was standing behind me and I guess the demonstration and feeling his cock on my ass got me so turned on, I had to let him shove it in me." The girl then dissolved into a series of low moans and grunts.
The teacher chuckled under his breath. "There are always a few girls who can't wait for the demonstration to begin the lab," he said to Jill under his breath. Then he began shoving his massive cock inside Jill, inch after delightful inch stretching her wider and wider. When she felt his massive balls slap against her ass, Jill's world exploded in a massive orgasm. "Some very fertile women are so ready for impregnation they orgasm as soon as they're fully penetrated." the teacher commented casually as he began working his massive tool in and out of Jill's tight cleft. "Always see that the woman comes as hard and as many time as possible. The more she orgasms the more easily she'll be impregnated, so take your time, boys, and make her enjoy it. Some times all it takes to make her cum again is to point out what is happening to her."
Mr. Jackson brought his face close to Jill's right breast and his tongue snaked out to tease her nipple. "If I come in you, Jill honey, pretty soon my baby will be doing this," he whispered. Jill exploded in another orgasm at the thought. "You are a little hottie, aren't you sweetheart?" he remarked in genuine admiration for the squirming girl. "The way you enjoy having a big, thick, babymaking cock in that fertile little pussy of yours, girl, you're going to have a baby in your tummy in no time," he said, sending the delirious girl over the edge yet again. Smiling, the teacher pulled his face from back and continued pumping as Jill recovered from her back to back orgasms.
After a minute catching his breath the teacher continued, "Another good way to ensure repeated orgasm is to change position." With that he pulled Jill's legs from around his waist up to his shoulders and began pumping furiously. Within seconds Jill was cumming with a delighted yell. As she came down Mr. Jackson casually asked, "I'm about to pump your cute little cunny full of my babyjuice to give you your first young'en, honey. How do you want it?" Jill hadn't thought about that; she'd only found out she was getting a first baby when she arrived at school that morning. Looking at Sara bent over a desk, writhing as Jacob pounded her from behind, Jill cried, "Doggy style sir. I want you to put a baby in me doggy style!"
"Good choice, my dear," Mr. Jackson grinned as he flipped the rutting youngster over and sank his man meat into her again. Soon Jill was groaning again as she felt her teacher's cock swell within her. She joined him in his orgasm, squirming and panting as sperm filled her cervix. It was the hardest cum in the young girl's life.
She wondered if this was how other women felt as they had new life poured into them.
Annie Lynn squealed as John's cock pulsed in her. It was sooo good, but then it would be. This was the day the minister had marked on her calendar, the day she would get the outlander to plant a young one in her. Normally Annie Lynn wasn't a devious girl. She wouldn't have concealed the fact that she already had six children and why not tell Johnny she wanted HIM to give her the next one? But she was following the minister's instructions. The Reverend Daniels had sat her down and explained that people like John and May Finch didn't understand how they did things in the valley. He'd asked if she wanted to help spread the word. Well of course she did!
It was then that he had explained the plan to her. Her mother, Dora May, would take the kids every day just before lunchtime. Then she'd meet the newcomer and seduce him; not that it took much. And she'd made sure that John drank plenty of the Spirit Springs water every day after she worked him into a lather. She'd been more than pleased as his cock had gotten larger and larger; after the first week she no longer had to fake the orgasms. And this week, as she approached the day her egg dropped, the sex had been better than ever.
Not that she'd been getting as MUCH of it as she would have liked. Lunchtime sex was nice, but she really needed to get it several times a night, as she was used to from her little brother. But the Reverend had made her promise not to have sex with Freddie or anyone except John until she was safely knocked up. Freddie was busy, anyway, doing some missionary work for the Reverend with several of the new wives in town. So she had been making do with the talented boy eating her to distraction every night as she periodically drank from his sperm fountain.
As jets of cum erupted out of John's cock into her writhing womb Annie Lynn burst into her own orgasm. It was a searingly hard cum, just as it had been every other time she got knocked up. As she lay in the afterglow, letting the semen soak in as she had been taught, still plugged with Johnny's improving cock, Annie Lynn could almost feel the little sperm swimming up to her waiting egg. The thought made her so horny she pleaded with John to do it to her one more time. Of course he complied.
As he pounded his cock into the buxom housewife, Freddie decided he must be the luckiest twelve-year old boy in the world. The women in Cutters Creek had big tits and were more than friendly. The climate was just right for fucking under the stars year around; and now he was getting to put babies into the unsuspecting wives of the workers who came to the area to build the ever-expanding hospitals and schools. Not that he was nailing May Finch purely for his own enjoyment, her breasts were still pretty small by local standards, though with all the Spirit Springs water she was drinking, they were expanding nicely. He'd rather be fucking one of his aunts -- now those women had TITS -- or his gloriously insatiable older sister, Annie Lynn.
But it was all part of the plan the Reverend had explained to the Fructifiers, the Church's boys' group. These outsiders' wives were ignorant of the ways of the Spirit and the Reverend had chosen a few of the better-built Fructifiers to be Instruments of the Spirit's Benediction upon the benighted women. The unfortunate souls had strange ideas about limiting how often they had sex. Freddie saw that May Finch lost that notion soon enough, the first time he brought her to four howling climaxes on his cock before shooting her full of semen.