The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Alice sat impatiently in the steamy courtroom, already starting to fidget. Apparently Ruth was letting her “preparations” in the judge?s chambers with her hunky young clerk take longer than she had expected. Alice could hardly blame the horny woman; the boy had a prick like a donkey and must fuck like a dream. Her own pussy juiced at the memory of seeing that long, thick cock rapidly disappearing over and over again deep into the hungry wet cunt of his sex-addled older lover. She had seen Ruth swoon in post orgasmic pleasure when the boy unloaded his potent seed into the horny woman. Alice could understand why the judge had a baby in her tummy!

Looking around, Alice noticed that the plaintiff’s table was still empty, but the defendant’s was already occupied by the husband—Alice understood this was a contested divorce case—and his lawyer. The husband, trim, muscular, handsome like all the men of Cutters Creek was looking pretty jaunty. He certainly did not lack for moral support. Behind him sat two sets of twins, two little blondes about twelve and two older ones, fourteen maybe, with red hair. The little girls were beautifully, roundly pregnant; the older girls were barely showing, but they already had a hungry infant each. Not that the babies likely to stay hungry long, not with the boobs on the still delicate bodies of their young mothers! A young blond woman perhaps in her early twenties—Alice had been in Cutter’s Creek long enough to guess she was probably the younger twins’ mother—was nursing a two-year old of her own, resting him on her own growing belly. And from the younger twins? giggles, the older twins? fawning attention, and the young woman?s adoring glances at the defendant, it was pretty obvious who had put the seven babies in those five sexy tummies.

Apparently there wasn’t much else to do in Cutters Creek and the courtroom was filling up with curious spectators. The crowd just made the courtroom hotter and filled it with the musk of over a hundred perspiring bodies—an odor that inevitably made Alice think about sex and her own growing horniness. Resisting the urge to finger herself, she wished she had brought one of the vibrators from her room at the Cutters Creek bed and breakfast. She noticed that quite a few of the women were sitting, fairly blessed out, with periodic shudders of delight passing over their faces. These women had not come unprepared as she had, it seemed.

At last a smiling and obviously freshly-fucked Judge Ruth Finster entered the courtroom. Scores of fingers—masculine and feminine—were rapidly withdrawn from dozens of soupy pussies as everyone respectfully rose. Dutifully the bailiff read out the case: “Perkins vs. Perkins. Mr. Charles Perkins is represented by Asa Suggs, Esq. Mrs. Cass-An-Dra Perkins is represented by Miss Sheri—what kinda name is Sher-Eye?—Rollins.”

“I see you got your client to court, Asa. Where is this Mrs. Perkins?? Judge Finster asked.

“Can’t rightly say, Y’honor. I move you just dismiss this case. Don’t seem right for no outlander wife to take money from a good man who needs it to feed his babies, anyhow.”

The older twins sitting behind Charlie Perkins burst out “That’s right Judge. Charlie?s plannin? on us havin? big families!”

“Order in the court,” Ruth gaveled. “You know I don’t like divorces, Asa. I hoped we might arrange a reconciliation, but if the plaintiff doesn’t appear in court ...?

Suddenly two women stormed through a back door of the courtroom, both scowling. The slightly older one, a blonde and quite attractive, notwithstanding the loose-fitting business suit, wore her hair in a bun. Alice guessed she was Cassandra Perkins, the wife. The other woman, obviously Sheri Rollins, also beautiful with long flowing black hair but wore a knee -length business dress suite, was talking on a cell phone. The two took their seats.

“Are you ready to proceed, Counselor?? Ruth asked.

Sheri held her finger up for one minute. “Yes, Clarence, I?ll be in and out of this hillbilly court today. <pause> No problem-o, schedule me for a partners meeting tomorrow.”

Ruth, obviously irritated, signaled the bailiff over and whispered an order. The bailiff then walked over and took the cell phone out of the lawyer’s hand and gave it to the judge. Sheri opened her mouth to protest, but the judge cut her off. “Just because you come from the state capital does not mean you are exempt for courtroom etiquette, Miss Rollins. Another breech and you’ll be spending a night in our county jail for misconduct.”

“Notwithstanding the bad manners of some people,” Ruth glared at Sheri and Cassandra, “courtesy is courtesy. Bailiff Kenrs, see that two ladies have a pitcher of our cold mineral water. And keep it filled.? Ruth waited until the water appeared, noting that Sheri eyed it dismissively. “It’s not Perrier, Honey, but it’s what we drink here,” the judge admonished. Chastened, both women poured small amounts and drank. Surprised by the taste, they filled their glasses and drank heartily. Judge Finster smiled and nodded for Sheri to begin.

?This divorce case should be open and shut,? the young lawyer declared, a harsh tone in her voice. ?My client’s husband took a supposedly temporary job in Cutters Creek as a middle school teacher. Instead of returning home after the two months, he remained in the town over a year and began an adulterous cohabitation with two of his students ? minors ? and their families! Indeed, he has the temerity to bring them to this very courtroom!? Sheri pointed accusingly at the smiling defendant and the five happy women behind him. ?Such a gross violation of the sanctity of matrimony demanded an immediate divorce and settlement of all the couple’s property on her client.

“Does your client have anything to say, Asa?”

Asa nodded to Charlie.

“Your Honor, I love my wife very much and this is all a misunderstanding. I had been trying to get her to come visit me for a long time. She finally did come unexpectedly, before I could get everything ready for her. She completely misunderstood the relationship with the young ladies who were just taking care of me and the house.”

“Yeah, and he tooked good care of us, too, see?? blurted one of the red-haired twins, lifting her short maternity dress to expose her pregnant tummy.”

“Outrageous, Your Honor!? shouted Sheri. “What more needs to be said? The obscene outburst from this underage hussy shows clearly that my client is entitled to her demands!”

“Objection. The Spencer girls are not on trial, Y’Honor. The plaintiff’s lawyer is just badgering them.”

“Sustained,? the judge said coolly. ?Call your first witness, Miss Rollins.”

Sheri started to protest but thought better of it. Wiping perspiration from her forehead and taking another long refreshing drink of water she said, “I call Cassandra Perkins.”

After the swearing in, Sheri got right down to business. “Ms Perkins, would you tell the court what you found when you made a visit to your husband’s residence in Cutters Creek?”

“It was depraved! A Saturnaila! An orgy of the most perverse degeneracy! It was ?”

“Objection, Y’Honor. The witness is giving her opinion ?bout what was goin? on, not tellin? us what she saw.”

“Sustained. You are going to have to be more specific Mrs. Perkins,” Ruth said, a sly smile escaping her lips. “Describe in detail what you saw. And since you found it ‘vulgar’ perhaps you should use common, Anglo-Saxon words in your description. I remind you that you swore to tell the whole truth.”

Cassandra blushed furiously, looked hopelessly at Sheri, took a long drink of water and began her tale. “It was late afternoon and no one was at the train station to meet me. With some difficulty I found someone to explain how to WALK to the hovel my husband was living in. At the door I stopped, hearing moaning from inside. Fearing that my husband was sick (thereby explaining why he did not pick me up at the station), I rushed right in. The sight stopped me cold in my tracks. There in the living room I saw the most disgusting thing I have ever witnessed.”

“She ain’t tellin’ the juicy de-tails, Judge” Asa objected.

“I do not want to instruct you again Mrs. Perkins to refrain from judgmental terms like ‘disgusting.’ Please stick to the facts.”

Defeated, Cassandra closed her eyes for a moment, took another drink of water and started again. “I found a girl, one of those,” she pointed to one of the fourteen-year twins who stuck her tongue out at her, “sitting on the floor nude with her back against the foot of a long couch. The girl was breast-feeding a baby I assumed was hers. Between her outstretched legs was her twin sister on all fours performing cun ... er, eating out her sister’s snatch. Her sister was also nude and while she was eating out her twin, she was also hovering over a small baby that was lying on its back. The baby was reaching up playing and also breastfeeding on the boobs that the girl was dangling overhead. The baby didn’t seem to mind the milk dripping onto its face while it was playing with the thumb sized teat.? Cassandra shuddered and continued.

“Sitting on the couch was a nude man whose face was blocked by one of those pregnant girls,” she pointed at the twelve year olds, “who were also nude. She was in his lap, impaled on his dick and riding him, facing outward. The man was reaching around the girl, feeling up her breasts and swollen belly. Like two rutting animals, they also had their legs spread apart and, crammed between them, was the other blond girl. She was lapping the place where the man and girl were joined. Each time the riding girl rose up and then down, a loud squishing sound would erupt and the lapping girl would dive in at all of the fluids that were leaking out of fucking girl.”

“It was then I broke from my shock and screamed for everyone to stop. Only then did the man on the couch look around the girl thrashing in his lap and I saw it was my husband!?

“In the middle of the commotion, that woman,” Cassandra pointed to the younger twins’ mother, “walked into the living room from the kitchen wearing nothing but a skimpy apron and high heels, carrying a tray of sandwiches and a pitcher of lemonade. ‘Charlie, honey, you and the girls is gonna need some refreshment if you keep that up,’ she said as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on.?

?Then she noticed me and asked who I was. I told her indignantly I was Charles’s lawful wife. She just grinned and said, ‘Welcome, ma’am. You’re one lucky woman. We’re just Charles’s natural wives, but your Charlie here sure can fuck! And he don’t shoot no blanks neither.? I must have looked at her quizzically and she patted her belly and said, ?I was so proud when he put babies first into my nieces Polly and Molly and then even into my little Jennie and Nanny—pert near the first time he did ‘em, too—I talked Pa into letting him give me a baby, too.’”

“At that point I stormed out with my luggage to the nearest motel. I could hear the moaning start up as soon as I walked out. The animals inside obviously couldn’t control themselves.”

Ruth almost admonished Cassandra again about her language, but just allowed Sheri to call her next witness.

“Miss Lucy Spencer. May I remind you that you have sworn to tell the truth?”

“Sure, Ma’am. I always tells the truth.”

“Good. Are you the mother of those girls?” she asked, pointing at the blonde twins.

“Yes, Ma’am. Ain’t they pretty? Specially with their baby bellies!”

Sheri ignored this. “Mrs. Perkins testified that you seemed to approve of your daughters and nieces living with Charlie Perkins and ‘takin’ car of him and the house.’ Would you tell the court how you five whor’ er how the five of you came to live with Mr. Perkins?”

“How can I ‘tell the court?’ The court ain’t got ears?” The young woman asked innocently. Guffaws broke the silence of the courtroom.

“I mean, tell everybody in the courtroom.” Shari replied icily.

“Oh, sure, Ma?am. Well Charlie was spendin’ so much time driving between the MaCabes cabin to fuck Polly and Molly and then over to Ma and Pa’s to fuck me and my girls, it just made more sense for us to all move in with him. That way we could all get fucked more often with less work on poor Charlie. ‘Sides,” she admitted, “I saw Ma giving him the eye and I didn’t want to share him any more’n I already was. ‘Tween my girls and my nieces, he hardly had time to fuck me more’n two or three times a day over at Ma and Pa’s place. I love Ma and Pa and all, but I just needed more cock than that, Ma’am. You’re a woman; I’m sure you understand.”

“Hardly!” Shari gasped. “Uh .. maybe you could you just start from the beginning, anyway?”

“Sure ‘nuf, Ma’am. I first heard about Mr. Perkins, Charlie, cause he’s the 7th grade teacher for my sister May’s oldest daughters. That’s Polly and Molly, like I said. Well, you know how girls that age are. They’ve already gotten babies from their Pa or their brothers, maybe an uncle r two, but at that age they start to get interested in BOYS! And all the little girls in Charlie’s class were goin’ ape over a sexy outlander man in town without a woman.”

“Do you mean that Mr. Perkins did not disclose that he was married?”

“Oh, I guess ever’body knowed he was married, but they could see he didn’t have his own woman with him, givin’ him what ever’ man needs, so the girls figgered he was ‘up for grabs.’ They were on him like flies, doing all the things little girls do at that age to get fucked, running around without panties, flashing him their hairless little cunnies, bumping him with their newly developed tits. But my Polly and Molly were smart. They had heard that outlanders are not used to fucking little girls and that he wouldn’t be horny enough to do it for two or three weeks, so they just pretended to be serious students and didn’t join in the teasing. ‘Sides, they had to make sure they made their move at the right time for them, too.”

“When their time was right they showed up at his room after school one Friday afternoon. They said his eyes bulged when he saw them in their little cheerleader cunni-skirts and big boobs on their little bodies, jigglin’ braless under their short tops. But that’s not all the little scamps were countin’ on. They’d just come from cheerleadin’ practice and the prancin’ and jumpin’ and flashin’ their pussies had both the girls worked up. I can tell you, the girl juice of a horny teen pussy gives off a real aroma! So when they stood on both sides of him with their thin blouses plastered to their sweaty young boobies, ole Charlie didn’t stand a chance,” she giggled. “Before they got through asking some phony question about their homework, they saw Charlie’s prick get big and hard in his pants.”

“’Oh Mr. Perkins, is that for us?’ Molly said reaching down to rub Charlie’s hard-on.”

“’We were afraid you didn’t LIKE little girls,?’ Polly added as her hand joined her sister’s. ‘You ain’t been fucking none of us?’”

“’Girls! Polly, Molly, please stop that. I ?’”

“’Why should we stop, Mr. Perkins? Nobody’s showed you how Cutters Creek girls make a man feel welcome.’ Molly said as her sister unbuttoned Charlie’s pants.”

“’Well? Welcome?’ Charlie sputtered.”

“’Sure Mr. Perkins,’ Polly told him ‘the Reverend says that a good girl should respect her elders and welcome his seed into her body every day.’ She done pushed Molly’s head down onto Charlie’s rod, now that it was stiff enough to stick out of his pants. ‘It’d be an honor to welcome our teacher the proper way.’ Charlie was a fussin, but he sure didn’t stop Molly from suckin him hard. Molly stood up real proud that she was able to get him goin enuf that she could taste a tad of spunk already. He protested that it ain’t proper to touch girls that way, but Polly bein the older one said it aint proper lettin his wild willy go uncovered like that. Charlie agreed, and said that it should be covered right away. He just didn’t understand HOW she was planin to cover it. My little Polly took his agreement as approval and hopped into his lap, she said he done slid all the way up her cunny in the first thrust. He was worried that he hurt her and asked if she ever done it before. Molly just laughed and told our silly Charlie that they both do it everyday with their dad and all weekend long with their dad and uncle, my pa.”

“Charlie was still objectin with his mouth but argreein with his hips as he bucked into Polly while she rode him. He asked sum’tin silly like if their ma would get mad about them doin’ that with their dad or doin’ him. Polly was too far gone thrasin in his lap with one of her big old squirty climaxes cumin on to answer anything strait. Molly just told him that their ma would be mad if they didn’t help release pa every day and do the lord’s work by makin’ as many babies as possible like the preacher teaches all of us. Shucks, their ma’s always braggin’ about how those two girls can get a guy to fire off more times that most gals their age. Anyway, Polly’s cunny clamps down like a raccoon trap when she cums and squirts like a garden hose, so when she started there was no way Charlie wasn’t gonna go off himself.”

“Polly was proud as a prize hen that she got a load in her from her new teacher and Molly noticed that it must have been a long time for poor old Charlie, he was still rock hard, even with stream of jizz running out of his pecker hole. So she jumped aboard and Polly just shut up Charlie by stickin her boobs in his face for him to suck on. They told him afterwards that they could all go back to their house and their ma would let him fuck all day if they wanted!”

“Charlie was such a ninny back then that he got scared, but Polly and Molly both lickin him to attention was changin his ways. When they told him that their ma would be so proud to have a teacher’s baby in the family that she would even suck him hard after bangin’ the girls so he could be sure to fill im up all weekend long.”

“Well, after gettin’ fucked by those two little minxes there in the schoolroom, Charlie was in a kinda daze and let the girls guide him to his car. Molly drove while Polly sat in his lap with his prick up in her and letting him suck her tits. When they got him home they took him to their room to spend the weekend fucking him some more. Bob and Eileen were so happy their daughters had landed the new teacher and knowing it was the right time of the month for them to make babies, they just shut the bedroom door and brought them food and lots of our good Spirit Springs water all weekend, sure that by Monday morning their daughters would be making babies again.”

“I guess Charlie was a little bit embarrassed to be fucking two of his students, but he didn’t stop goin’ home with them every day. Maybe he was a little afraid when he found out in a couple of weeks that he had made them both preggers, but Bob and Eileen told him they were real happy their girls to welcome him to Cutters Creek by giving him babies. Eileen was so happy she took him aside one afternoon and told him she was about ready for another baby and though it would be a good joke on Bob if Charlie put this on in her. He tried to object, but had no better luck with the mom than with the daughters and soon Eileen had a pussy full of Charlie’s baby making sunk. Still Charlie tried to keep it quiet, but it didn’t do no good. You know little girls, liking to brag when they’ve got a new boy fucking ‘em. They just had to tell my girls.”

“Well once Janny and Nanny found out not only that their ‘big cousins’ had their teacher fucking them but that they were going to have his babies too, my girls just had to do the same thing. They begged and begged ‘til one weekend Polly and Molly let ‘em come over for a ‘sleepover’ with Charlie. They said he was a little bashful, but when he saw all four of ‘em nekkid, Molly eating Jenny and Polly eatin’t Nanny and telling Charlie how good and juicy their little cunnies were and how he could probab’ly put a baby in those tight little bellies that night, his cock just took over and he fucked ‘em again and again. Well, ‘fore you know it my babies were knocked up with babies of their own. Then, when I saw my little girls with the beginnings of a cute little tummy bulge I was so happy I just had to let Charlie give me one too, purdy soon after we moved in with him, like I said.” “Is there sumpin’ wrong for a woman to want to stay close to the man that gave her the baby she’s carryin’ in her belly?”

Sheri just shook her head and motioned the young woman to step down. Alice noticed that shocked young lawyer was almost in a sex daze from hearing the story. If fact, she thought she could see a thin stream of pussy juice running down her stockinged leg. Glancing over at Cassandra, she noticed the story had had a similar effect on the wife, who was fingering herself.

Ruth had noticed this as well. “If you have no further questions, Counselor, I suggest you sit down before you spoil our carpet.” Blinking and blushing furiously, Shari, leaking girl juice, scurried to the wooden bench beside Cassandra. Calling the bailiff over she said, “Cassias, can you turn these fans up higher? It’s gittin’ purdy hot in here, ‘specially after Mrs. Perkins’s and Lucy’s testimonies. I think we’d better all take a little break. I notice some of us are getting a little antsy in the pantsy,” she grinned.

Alice could hardly believe the judge was calling a recess so she could go out to get laid, but it was understandable. That’s sure what she would do, if she had a hard young dick waiting for her the way Ruth did. She could tell from the sighs of relief from the other women in the room, they felt the same way as the judge, even the ones she was sure had vibrators.

Alice followed Ruth to the judge’s chambers. Muttering, “God, that bitch made me horny,” the moment Ruth walked through the door, she lifted her robe and jumped the nude young aid waiting for her in her chair and started riding him like crazy. “That ‘s it you little fucker! Give it to me good with that fat woman pleaser of yours. Shit I needed this!” Alice offered to leave them in peace. “Don’t bother. I just need to get off a couple of times. I know how to hurry him up.” she grinned.

“Come on, Jethro, baby. Mommy’s pussy needs her little boy’s cock. You like putting it into your Mommy’s horny cunt, don’t you sweetie?” From the way the lad groaned, Alice guessed this was a familiar game. “But you better be careful not to go shootin’ Mommy full of your potent boy juice, y’hear?. You know Mommy is fertile. If you’re not careful you could make a baby in your Mommy. You don’t want to make Mommy pregnant do you? You wouldn’t want to come in Mommy and make Mommy’s belly big with your bastard baby, would you?” The boy only grunted and slammed into the teasing woman more vigorously. “Oh, you bad boy! You’re not only fucking your Mommy, you’re tryin’ to put a baby in her too!” Immediately the boy began to moan and grunt and the judge let out an ear-piercing yelp.

Catching her breath after a second climax, the judge stood up and straightened her robe as if nothing happened. “Sorry about that, Alice but hearing about Charlie putting babies first into those MaCabe twins and then those adorable little Spencer girls AND their pretty young mother, just got me hotter than a brush fire in August. Now that I’ve got a pussy full of fresh spunk, I can think straight again. Let me help you out.”

Before Alice could react Ruth was on her hands and knees pushing her tongue into Alice’s admittedly needy pussy. Seeing his older lover with her ass so provocatively displayed, the boy grasped the judge by the hips and began to ram his cock into her all over again, pumping another load of spunk into the judge just as her tongue brought Alice to a delicious climax.

On return to the courtroom a relieved Alice saw Cassandra and Sheri obediently waiting at their table, their water pitchers empty. Somehow, they looked different, no longer quite so hard and sure of themselves. They were fidgeting distractedly. Charlie, Asa, and the women, however are still on recess. “Cassius, better go round up the defendant. He’s re-cessed enough, I reckon,” Ruth chuckled.

Eventually the bailiff returned with a slightly glassy-eyed Charles and a pretty happy Asa with the smiling gals in tow. Alice noticed that the mother was helping the two younger twins zip up the back of their dresses while the older pair tried to fix their mussed hair and manage the squirming babies in their arms at the same time. They’d had the harder ride, from the looks of it. One was wearing a man’s shirt without buttons that was tied up under her hefty cleavage. The other’s shirt looked like in might be inside out.

The mother, when done with the younger girls, wiped something from her forehead, smelled her hand, and grinned. Offering her hand to the nearest daughter, she let the girl suck her fingers. Her twin leaned forward and also started sucking on Mommy’s fingers alongside her sister. The twins had licked their Mother’s hand clean and switched to French kissing each other when the judge called order in the court. Alice forced herself to focus her attention on the trail as it started up again.

“Well, I hope we are all feeling better. I sure as Hell am,” the judge grinned. “Asa, your witness.”

After a second’s shuffling papers (and a quick glance at the exposed breasts of the MaCabe twins who were nursing their babies againand licking their lips) Asa called the now somewhat confused-looking Cassandra back to the witness stand. “I ask you to recall your testimony, Mrs. Perkins. During the scene you described, did you see anyone in bodily pain at my client’s residence?” Asa asked mildly.

“Pain? Well, no,” Cassandra admitted.

“Was anyone suffering? In mental anguish?”

“No.”

“Did the persons involved, just maybe, appear to be enjoying themselves?” Asa grinned.

“Enjoying them selves? Gee, I guess. It was, what do you call it, an orgy in there. Everyone but the mother was having sex! That’s wrong, isn’t it?”

Asa cocked a brow and smiled. “It depends, Cassandra. You found your husband and these ladies at home having a good time, not harming any one and yet you became angry and left?”

“Not doing any harm? My husband was CHEATING on me with four school girls and her!” Cassandra almost sobbed.

“Cheatin’ you say? Now that’s a mighty serious charge,” Asa harrumphed. “I don’t know what you city folks mean by ‘cheatin,’ but here in Cutters Creek we mean using sneaky, low-down tricks to take sumpin’ ‘way from somebody it rightly b’longs to.”

“That’s exactly what I mean. My husband was having, had been having, sex with those girls. He’s not supposed to have sex with anyone but me.”

“Oh, I understand. You were frustrated to see my client’s big hard dick up in the pretty little cunt of the girl, when you wanted it in yours?”

“Of course I didn’t! And I was furious, not ‘frustrated.’”

“You mean you did NOT want your husband’s dick in you?”

“No!”

“And because you didn’t want to get fucked you didn’t strip down and try to get him to fuck you instead of the girl?”

“Of course not!”

“Then seems to me he weren’t takin’ nothin’ ‘way from you that was yours. So he waddn’t cheatin!’”

“But I’ve always been faithful to him. That was no way to repay me.”

“Tell me, Miz Perkins, have you ever considered that your way of being ‘faithful’ might have driven him to ‘cheat?’”

“I object!” Sheri declared springing to her feet so quickly she spilled part of the large bottle of water she had been drinking.

“Overruled,” the judge said quickly, “I want to see where the defense is going with this.”

Cassandra took another long swallow from her own bottle of water then answered, “I don’t see what I could have done to cause my husband to take to cavorting with four school girls. I’ve always been a good wife.”

“Hmmm a ‘good wife.? I suppose you know, then, what it takes for a woman to be a ‘good wife.’”

“Of course I do!”

“May I ask you, Mrs. Perkins, is the way you are dressed now, typical for you?”

“Yes,” she admitted cautiously.

“Did your husband specifically ask you to wear loose-fitting trousers, bulky sweaters and flats?”

“Well, no. If he had his way, I would be dressed all the time in short tight skirts, frilly, see-through blouses, and high heels,” Cassandra replied as if to name the hateful garments was argument enough.

“And as far as you know your husband is healthy and has normal eyesight?”

“Yes, but I don’t see the point of ?”

“Mrs. Perkins, may I say you have a spectacular figure.”

Judge Finster gaveled Cassandra’s lawyer back to her seat before the indignant young attorney could object.

“You had to realize the effect your refusing to show off your body would having on a healthy male. Was that being a ‘good wife?’”

“I don’t see what the way I dress has to do with it,” Cassandra replied uncertainly.

“You don’t? May I ask you, Mrs. Perkins, do you posses a tank top?”

“Of course not!” she replied. “Only whores wear such things.” This affirmation did not go down well with a substantial number of women in the courtroom wearing tank tops.

“A see-through blouse?”

“Don’t be absurd!

“Do you ever go without a bra?”

“Do I look like hussy?” the indignant wife spat back.

“Have you never thought was a shame it was to cover up such big beautiful ti—, er I mean you must realize how frustrating it was for your husband when you dress in such unrevealing clothes. Does that sound like a “good wife?’”

The young wife squirmed in her seat, clearly uncomfortable with the topic and looked toward her lawyer for support, but Sheri was absent mindfully sucking on her Mont Blanc, moving the pen in and out of her mouth. “I don’t see how wearing sensible clothes is not being a ‘good wife.’”

The lawyer turned to face the courtroom and said, “The plaintiff wants you to believe she is ignorant about what a torment it is for a healthy man to see his ‘good wife’s sexy body hidden from him and others.” A sympathetic moan went up from the onlookers.

“Objection, your honor” Sheri interjected, quickly putting away the pen. “I see no purpose in this line of question except to embarrass my client.”

“Your honor,” responded Asa, “the plaintiff has affirmed she is a “good wife.’ I am attempting to show that the witness has no conception of what it means to be a ‘good wife.’”

“Objection overruled,” Judge Finster smiled, enjoying seeing the uptight young woman put on the spot.

“Mrs. Perkins, do you ever purchase clothes for your husband?”

“Of course. I buy his shirts, ties, trousers, everything. I have to make sure he looks professional.”

“And does he always agree with these purchases?”

“Well, no. If I left it to him, he would buy the most garish ties and loud shirts.” A murmur from men wearing purple shirts with yellow polka dots and red and green ties rippled through the sultry air.

“And did your husband ever purchase garments for you or make known his preferences in the clothes you purchased?”

“Well, only the usual things. He used to bring home ridiculously revealing night wear and obscene lingerie; I always took it back of course. He was a typical male pig! If I’d followed his suggestions, I’d be tarted up in culi-skirts, six inch heels, brightly painted finger and toenails, bangles, anklets and loopy earrings. I’d look like a prostitute!” Sheri cringed at this outburst, much as she sympathized, as Cassandra was describing most of the women in the courtroom.

“I see,” concluded Asa. “You insist that your husband follow your taste in his clothes, but as a ‘good wife’ you refuse to accommodate his preferences in your attire. May we turn to socializing. Did you and your husband go out a lot as a couple?”

Cassandra paused, not liking this line of questioning. “No, not often,” she admitted.

“And was this because your husband didn’t want to take you out? I understand that is a common complaint from outland women.”

“Well, no. He wanted to go out all the time, but he had totally inappropriate ideas of what was proper for married couples.”

“I see! The plaintiff is an expert not only in being a ‘good wife’, but also in what is and is not ‘proper’ for married couples, perhaps she could elaborate,” Asa smirked.

Cassandra glanced around nervously. This wasn’t going as she had expected. Shari had the pen back in her mouth. “Well, he wanted ... to go for candlelight dinners and dancing and parties—but his only reason was to get me hot. All he really wanted to do was have SEX all the time!” she concluded in a huff.

Asa turned back to Cassandra with a little smirk. “Very interesting, Mrs. Perkins, how often does a ‘good wife’ have sex with her husband?”

“What?” Cassandra shouted standing up. “That’s none of your damn business!”

The judge rapped her gavel stoutly and said, “Counsel is trying to determine the level of frustration your husband might have be suffering. Answer the question!”

Cassandra looked to her lawyer, clearly in search of direction. But her lawyer was sitting limply with her eyes closed sucking on her pen as if resigned to losing the case. “I’ I guess I let him have a normal amount of sex under the circumstances, about once a month.” Another collective gasp was heard throughout the courtroom. “Well, after a while he didn’t complain much, at least until he started working in Cutter’s Creek. When he came for visits, he was obsessed; he wanted it all the time, every DAY, sometimes more!” Even Cassandra could see that this revelation didn’t win her much sympathy. “I HAD to start dressing more conservatively or he would have been pestering me for sex every time I turned around.”

“Well who can blame him with the pretty ass you’ve ?” Ruth gaveled Asa to silence even as she smiled.

A wave of mutters ran through the crowd. “A frigid bitch, and with those tits!” she heard a man in the front row grumble.

Speaking of tits, Alice noticed the distraught wife had removed her jacket. The heat of the courtroom, or could it be something else, Alice thought, must be getting the better of her. Her lawyer had done the same. It was clear their nipples were hard, looking like thumbs sticking out of melons under their blouses.

The judge leaned down from her bench and fixed Cassandra with an icy frown. “Do you mean to tell me that you have been denying your husband sex and then you blame HIM for getting a little on the side?” The judge looked scandalized. “Don’t you realize healthy men need sex several times a day?”

“Huh? Several times ?” Cassandra was having trouble concentrating.

“How long have you been married, Mrs. Perkins?” Asa asked, resuming his questioning.

“Four years.”

“And how many children do you have?”

“We have no children.”

“You may not have none, sister, but our Charlie does. Two nursin’ and five more in the oven!” the twins’ mother burst out, patting her tummy.

“Order!” Ruth gaveled, but smiled at the indignant young woman. “Don’t talk out of turn Lucy,” she admonished in a kindly voice.

“Do you have some medical condition that prevents you from conceiving?” Asa asked.

“Objection!” Sheri shouted. “That’s prying.”

“Not at all Y’honor. I reckon we can see that Charlie wants to have babies—a bunch, I guess,” Asa chuckled. “And he don’t have no trouble getting’em from the looks of it.” The courtroom broke out with cheers and whistles.

“Order!!!”

“I’m trying to find out if the failure of his ‘good wife’ to give him a houseful of babies like men want is a result of a medical condition,” Asa explained.

“Witness will answer the question.” Ruth smirked.

Sheri’s hands lingered over her bosom while she listened to Asa question Cassandra. It looked to Alice like Sheri was mindlessly rubbing her breasts.

Cassandra shook her head, took a drink of water and replied, “No, I have no medical condition to prevent conception. In fact, I’m extraordinarily fertile and must take extreme precautions to avoid pregnancy. I’ve been on the Pill since we were married and I always insist that my husband use a condom. Limiting sex to my infertile periods once a month also helps insure that no ‘accidents’ happen.”

“Let the record show that the witness resorts not only to chemical, but also mechanical means to keep from gittin’ knocked up. The witness admits she refuses to bear children for her husband!”

An astonished gasp ran through the courtroom.

“How could I NOT refuse?” Cassandra exploded. “I have a career to consider.”

“A career?” Asa declared. “Well wanting to contribute to the family income is well and good, but surely you realize that a woman’s first obligation to a man is to bear as many children as her husband wishes. I can see that you marital problems stem from your own problems with your body young lady.”

Asa turned in exasperation to the judge. Y’honor, I’ve changed my mind. We will not oppose this divorce. We only ask for a reasonable property settlement. My client will settle for a modest monthly sum to help with child rearing expenses.”

“Now hold on, Asa!” Charlie interjected

“I can’t do that. It’s all or nothing, Asa.” The judge shook her head at Cassandra. “I should ALLOW you to divorce your husband. You don’t deserve such a loving, horny, virile, and sexy man who, fortunately, has found women who appreciate him. But I am going to take compassion on you, Mrs. Perkins. I believe you were genuinely ignorant of your husband’s needs, your own duty as a ‘good wife’ to fulfill them, and the pleasure you would receive thereby. Therefore, I’m giving you one last opportunity to reconcile with your longsuffering husband. If you insist on divorce, however, I must grant it.”

Now Asa was shocked. Sheri suddenly beamed.

“Opportunity?” Cassandra asked, confused. Alice could see that the water the woman had been drinking throughout the trial had taken its toll. She now seemed distracted again, moving her thighs together. Alice knew the feeling and she had the hard tongue of the judge’s clerk in HER horny twat at recess. She could imagine what Cassandra must be going through.

“Yes, Mrs. Perkins, I will give you the opportunity to demonstrate that you even having learned what men need, you remain unwilling to passionately satisfy the normal demands of a husband for sex. Mr. Perkins, please drop your pants and approach the plaintiff’s table.”

“My God! You can’t expect me to...”

“No. I’ll allow a full reconciliation to be consummated later. Right now, I just want to see how determined you are on this divorce.” Ruth Finster nodded to Charlie Perkins.

“I am determined, but ?” Grinning, Charlie took his nine-inch dong out of her pants he approached his wife. “No, no! Not that! No decent woman could ...” Cassandra paused, staring at the huge male organ just inches in front of her eyes. “get that in ...” She was staring in fascination at her husband’s cock, several times larger than she had ever seen it before.

“Don’t do it Cassy! It’s disgusting. They’re all perverts here!” Sheri shouted.

“Would somebody shut that silly bitch up?” exclaimed the judge.

“Anything you say, Your Honor,” a sheriff’s deputy replied, springing to his feet and whipping out his prick.

“No ... Mmppgh,” came from Sheri’s mouth as a large hard cock slipped between the lips of the flailing young lawyer.

The commotion had not registered with Cassandra, who was staring transfixed at the cock before her, pre-come forming at its tip. “...in, ... in her mouth,” the young wife said as if in a dream.

“Sure you can, Cassy, baby. Just kiss it. It’s leaking love juice for you. Just suck me hard; we can start getting your pregnant later,” Charlie replied with a tenderness that brought a tear to Judge Finster’s eye. How noble, she thought; despite all the frustration his wife had caused him, Charlie still loveed her enough not only to let her suck his cock, but to give her a baby.

“Suck? Pregnant?” Slowly, Cassandra raised her hand, grasped her husband’s penis, and drew it to her mouth.

The courtroom erupted with applause.