Chapter 4

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.