Salem Valley Chapter One © 2008 Anais Ninja anais.ninja.asstr@gmail.com anais_ninja@hotmail.com On a crisp autumn afternoon, the girls of the Ingersoll family were busy in the kitchen preparing that evening's meal. Wife Rachel prepared a roast for the oven while daughters Leah, Tamar, and Rebecca shucked peas and peeled potatoes. "Does it hurt going in?" Rebecca asked. Eight years old, she was a beautiful, precocious, and curious child. "Oh, yes," Tamar, the middle daughter replied. Four years older than her little sister, she loved to tease Rebecca. "It hurts terribly and you bleed a lot." "Now, now Tam," eldest daughter Leah said, seeing the horrified expression on Rebecca's face. "It's not that bad, is it Mom?" Rachel looked up from the roast, which she had trussed with twine for the oven. "It hurts a bit the first time," Rachel said, "but the pleasure is worth a bit of pain." "But what about the blood?" Rebecca asked, still looking distressed. "It's just a drop or two," Leah said. That did little to assuage Rebecca's fears. Just then a husky, bearded man entered the kitchen through the back door. Josiah Ingersoll, husband and father, greeted Rachel with a kiss. He was in his mid-fifties, about twenty years older than his wife, with a farmer's tanned complexion and a greying beard. "Done so soon?" Rachel asked. The autumn days were busy ones, harvesting crops, turning over soil, slaughtering livestock. "Not nearly," Josiah replied, reaching for a glass from the cupboard and filling it with water. "It's thirsty work," he said before draining the glass in two gulps. After Rachel placed the roasting pan in the oven, he set down the glass and embraced her from behind, wrapping her in his muscular arms. She sighed as he nuzzled her neck. "What's that I feel?" she asked, wiggling her bottom against the crotch of his overalls. "Josiah, you already had me this morning." "And I'll have you again tonight, God willing," he said. He reached down and began gathering his wife's long skirt, pulling it up and bunching it around her waist, revealing her legs. Josiah slipped a hand down the front of his wife's pink cotton briefs, making her giggle and blush in front of their three daughters. Leah, Tamar, and Rebecca continued shucking and peeling, though all three glanced at their parents from time to time. "My God, woman, how wet you are," Josiah said, his fingers busy inside his wife's pink panties. She ground her bottom against his groin, rubbing his erection through his denim overalls. With a grunt, Josiah pulled down his wife's panties and bent her over the sink. He unclasped the straps of his overalls and let them fall around his ankles. Reaching into his boxers, he pulled out his hard cock and aimed the head at his wife's moist sex. With one thrust, he entered her from behind and began to fuck her. Leah and Tamar kept peeling potatoes while their parents rutted over the sink, but Rebecca stopped shucking peas and watched, her right hand finding its way under the hem of her short dress and down the front of her little white cotton panties. She'd seen her parents go at it plenty of times, and it always left her with a tingly sort of ache between her legs. Just a few months ago, she'd found that by touching a special place between her legs, she could feel even better and make that ache go away. After the first time she rubbed that little spot she realized that her sisters, with whom she shared a bedroom, did the exact same thing every night in bed, though when they did it they moaned and sighed a lot. "Hurry up, Josiah," Rachel panted, "There's plenty of cooking to be done." She pushed her ass back against his thrusting tool, meeting his strokes with her own. "I'll get there when I get there," he said, reaching around his wife's waist to maul her bountiful breasts, freeing them from the bodice of her blouse and her bra. "Leah, Tamar, come help your father," Rachel said. The girls put down their potatoes and paring knives and knelt on either side of their copulating parents. Leah reached between his stout legs and began to fondle his big, hairy balls while Tamar's hand found its way under her mother's skirt, massaging Rachel's swollen clitoris. Rachel gasped and let out a little moan of pleasure as her sex began to tighten around her husband's cock. Josiah began to pound her wet hole harder and harder. "Almost there," he said, burying his hardness inside his wife's sloppy pussy. Josiah gasped and gave one last thrust, filling her snatch with his thick, hot semen. Tamar's busy fingers gave her mother a brief, fleeting orgasm while Leah kept gently squeezing her father's balls until his cock softened and slipped out of his wife's creamy passage. Young Rebecca stared at her father's glistening cock, her hand still busy inside her skimpy panties. "About time," Rachel said, pulling up her briefs and rearranging her clothing. "Don't forget to wash your hands, girls." Josiah gave her a quick kiss before pulling up his overalls. A minute later he was out the door and back in the fields. "Now, we've still got cleaning to do," Rachel said. "And I want you girls to take baths before you get dressed for dinner. I want you to look nice for the Reinharts." "Yes, Mother," the girls said, nearly in unison. ~o o~ Salem Valley was nestled in the northern part of California's Central Valley, near where the Cascades become the Sierra Nevada. A mix of flat farmlands and rolling meadows suitable for grazing, it was first settled in the mid-1860s by would-be gold miners who missed out on the Rush of '49. The original settlers were mostly of Anglo-German stock, for the most part farmers from back East who'd come out seeking a fortune and, after their initial disappointment, realized that farming wasn't all that bad a way to make a living. Their leader back then was a charismatic pastor who had some interesting ideas about sin and salvation. In fact, for the first twenty years of the settlement's existance, it was known as New Sodom. After the pastor was called by God, the townspeople changed the name to Salem Valley, but the essence of New Sodom remained. Nominally Christian, the settlers practiced sodomy, incest, bestiality, and a whole host of perversions that would seem to bar them from Heaven, were it not for the ultimate salvation of God's love. The valley's geography kept the settlement isolated from the rest of society, and the rest of society remained ignorant of what went on in the valley. To the occasional outsider that ventured into the valley, the settlers seemed like just another ascetic sect, like Mennonites or Quakers, shunning most of the ways of modern life, whether it be the 1890s, 1940s, or 2000s. Self-sufficiency meant that the residents of Salem Valley needed little from the outside world, though a certain amount of produce and livestock were sold for pesticides and fertilizer, farm equipment and fuel, and the sort of goods that couldn't be made at home, like brassieres and workboots. Wind generators provided electricity, propane and wood were used for cooking and heating, and about a third of the homes had a working telephone. Some children were homeschooled, but most attended a small communal school in the valley. The smartest of the young people would attend a public high school in a nearby town, take the standardized tests, and go on to state college. A few years later they'd return home with professional degrees, the most important of which was large animal veterinarian, followed by doctor and dentist. Surprisingly few failed to return after getting a taste of the world outside the valley. The only other contact with outsiders was centered around a small warehouse in a town nearby, collectively owned by the people of the valley. It was here that produce and crafts items were stored for shipment to wholesalers and retailers, and where goods ordered from distributors and through catalogs arrived to be relayed back to the valley. Staffing and guarding the warehouse was a duty manned by a rotation of the young unmarried men of the valley, and was considered a cushy job despite the heavy lifting. Unlike Quakers, farmers in Salem Valley were no strangers to mechanical equipment, and just about every farm had a pick-up truck and at least one tractor. There was only one television, though, and that was in the Pastor's residence, fed by a small satellite dish. Not meant as entertainment, it was usually tuned to a news channel in order to determine whether the signs of the End of Days were apparent. The rest of the people of the valley weren't prohibited from owning their own, they just didn't care to have one in their homes. Church, family, and farm were the fabric of life in Salem Valley, and tradition was the thread that bound it all together. It was tradition that dictated that girls were married off around age fourteen, often to men much older than their young brides. It was tradition that said that fathers were entitled to take their pleasure with their daughters' bodies, short of taking their virginity. It was tradition that taught that young unmarried men find release however they could, whether with their sisters, little girls, older women, farm animals, or even each other. ~o o~ "Lets get you into the bath," Tamar said, leading Rebecca by the hand to the bathroom on the second floor of the farmhouse. Indoor plumbing was a fairly recent addition to valley life, and not every home had running water, though most did. Tamar ran the bathwater, and while she waited for the big cast iron tub to fill, she and Rebecca got undressed, slipping their short dresses over their heads and hanging them on a hook screwed into the wall. While Rebecca skinned off her white cotton panties and took off her ankle socks, Tamar unclasped her training bra. At twelve, her breasts were just beginning to grow, each no bigger than a half of a peach surmounted by a tiny brown nipple. She pulled down her pink cotton bikini panties, revealing a tender cunny covered by just a few sparse hairs. Tamar and Rebecca often took baths together in order to save hot water. Tamar climbed in first, slowly checking the water temperature. Once she was seated against the back of the tub, Rebecca joined her. Tamar began to soap up her sister's soft, creamy skin. At eight, Rebecca was flat chested and hairless, but was starting to lose the baby fat around her tummy and bottom. "Lean back, Becca," Tamar said, soaping up her sister's arms, chest, and belly. Rebecca lay back against her bigger sister, enjoying the warmth of the water and her sister's light touch. "I saw you in the kitchen," Tamar said. "What do you mean?" Rebecca asked. "When Mommy and Daddy were humpin'," Tamar said. "You touched yourself down there." "Did not." "Did too. I saw you," Tamar said. "It's okay, you know." "You and Leah do it at night, right?" "Helps me sleep," Tamar said. "Did you have the good feeling yet?" "The what?" "The good feeling. You get it if you rub long enough." "Nah," Rebecca said. "I mean it feels good..." "You'd know it if you had it," Tamar said. "Maybe you're too young." "Am not," Rebecca squealed, splashing the soapy bathwater. "Settle down, Becca," Tamar said. "Lemme show you something." She reached into the water, between her sister's legs, and fingered Rebecca's puffy labia. Parting them with a fingertip, she rubbed up and down until her sister's tiny clit began to swell. "Ooooh..." Rebecca cooed. "Feel that? Right there?" Tamar said. "Uh huh." "Rub that spot long enough and the good feeling will come." Tamar kept rubbing her sister's little pearl. Rebecca began to coo, then moan, her breath growing heavier. Suddenly she gasped, stiffening against her sister's naked body, and let out a soft cry of pleasure before relaxing in Tamar's arms. "That felt so good," Rebecca said. "That's why it's called the 'good feeling'," Tamar said. The girls rinsed off their soapy bodies and got out of the tub, dried each other with terrycloth towels, and headed to their bedroom to get dressed. Leah was there, in her bra and panties, looking through the closet. At fourteen, she was beginning to blossom into womanhood: long legs, thin waist, pert little breasts that barely needed a bra. "What should I wear tonight?" she asked no one in particular. "The pink one with white polka dots?" Tamar said. "Nah, that one needs a bit of mending." "What about the white one with the lace?" "Maybe," Leah said, pulling the short white dress from the closet and holding it up against her body. In Salem Valley, unmarried girls wore short dresses and skirts. After marriage, they took to wearing longer attire, mostly ankle-length skirts. "Did you leave me any hot water?" Leah asked. "Should be," Tamar replied. "I need to be clean for Mr. Reinhart tonight," Leah said. She hung the dress up in the closet and headed to the bathroom. While she drew her bath, Rebecca and Tamar dressed for dinner. It was an important occasion, so the girls put on their Sunday best. Rebecca put on frilly ruffled panties and lacy ankle socks, and Tamar helped her into a short burgundy velvet babydoll dress. Rebecca donned pink satin panties and training bra, and a short floral print dress with a big white satin bow on the back. She tied up Rebecca's hair into pigtails with ribbons before brushing out her own long silky hair. ~o o~ The truck pulled up to the warehouse loading dock just as the sun was setting over the small Northern California city. Two people emerged from the cab, a man carrying a case of beer and a boy holding a bag from a fast food joint. The boy knocked on the heavy steel door next to the dock. When no one answered, the man, his hands full, kicked at the door three times with his heavy workboots. "C'mon Aaron! Open up!" he shouted. A minute later, the sound of heavy steel bolts sliding behind the door could be heard. The door opened. "About time," Aaron Smith said. "I'm hungry." Amos Timmons, 24, the man carrying the beer, and his brother Micah, 12, entered the warehouse. The squat, dingy one-story cinder block structure was roughly divided into thirds. On one side was a cold storage area with a walk-in freezer. On the other side, a rude wooden shack had been built against the wall, next to a small bathroom. In the middle was open space in which boxes and crates were stacked. Some of these were parcels to be delivered to Salem Valley's homes and general store. The rest were items meant for the city's farmers' market and points beyond. Aaron, a year younger than Amos, led the brothers to the indoor shack. Inside was a brass bed, a couple of cots, a card table with four folding chairs, and a TV/VCR combo sitting on an old wooden milkcrate. A porn movie was playing, the sound turned down so that the moaning of the actress was barely louder than the sound of the wood stove against the opposite wall. The trio sat down around the card table and began to dig into their dinner of burgers and fries. Micah had never been to the warehouse. In fact, he'd been out of the valley only a couple of times in his life. He'd been fascinated the whole time, gazing out the window of the truck at things he'd never seen: new cars, motorcycles, big trucks, billboards along the highway. He'd been excited ever since his brother said he could come along for the weekend, and so far the trip had been everything he'd hoped for. "Let's unload the truck," Amos said after they'd finished eating. "Then we'll crack some beers." The three made quick work of it, carrying crates of vegetables and boxes of homespun fabric and clothing into the warehouse. Once they'd finished stacking everything, Amos opened the truck's hood and took the battery out of the engine compartment. The warehouse was in a rough neighborhood, filled with tweakers and meth heads who'd steal anything for a fix. "Hey, Micah," Amos said. "Go check out the warehouse for a while. Make sure all the doors and windows are locked. Me and Aaron wanna talk some." "Sure, bro," Micah said. He left the shack but peeked through the window on his way to the bathroom. Aaron had a plastic bag with something greenish-brown inside. After taking a leak in the small, filthy bathroom, Micah did as his brother wished, making sure the doors were bolted and the windows latched. He walked around the small warehouse, reading the labels on boxes, looking in the walk-in, checking out the debris of a small office tucked into a corner, with its heavy grey steel desk and the ruins of an ancient typewriter. A cardboard box under the desk attracted his attention. Left over from the warehouse's previous owner, a clothing distributor, the box held pretty, lacy things that had caught Micah's eye. He looked around to make sure he was alone and pulled the box out from under the desk. It was filled with lingerie. Micah had a thing for underwear. It started when he was eight or nine, when he found a pair of his sister's panties mixed in with his own after the laundry had been done. She was a couple of years older than he was, still wearing white cotton panties with a dainty rosebud print. They were so soft and delicate, unlike the jockey shorts he wore. He stuffed them in his pocket until he could find some place to be alone, not the easiest thing to do in his home. Just after breakfast that day, he went into the woods beyond the creek, took off his jeans and briefs, and tried on his sister's panties. They felt so good, so soft, so snug on his bubble butt. He rubbed his little cock through the thin cotton, then reached inside and stroked himself to one dry orgasm after another. Exhausted and excited, he barely made it home in time for lunch. Ever since that day, he'd been a panty fiend, stealing his mother's and sisters' panties from the hamper, pleasuring himself to exhaustion, and returning the purloined undies before anyone noticed them missing. Now Micah had a whole box of pretty underwear all to himself. He just had to figure out how to smuggle it all back home. He and Amos were only going to be at the warehouse for the weekend and had only brought small backpacks with a change of socks and underwear. Micah pawed through the box, examining the treasure he'd found. There were panties of all shapes, sizes, and colors, from plain white cotton briefs to sexy black lace thongs. And there weren't just panties: the box held bras, slips, camisoles, hosiery, and something Micah recognized as a garter belt from the catalogs his family ordered from. He made a pile of the best items, trying to guess which would fit the best, and set these aside in the bottom drawer of the big steel desk. Then he took four of the most desirable pairs of panties - a pair of white cotton girls' bikini underpants, a pair with pink lace ruffles along the bottom, a see-through black lace pair, and a silky pink thong edged in white lace - and carefully folded them before stuffing them in the pockets of his jeans. Checking again to make sure no one was watching him, Micah pulled down his jeans and briefs and took a pair of panties from the box. These were yellow french-cut briefs that were way too big for his slim hips, but they were made of a wonderfully silky material that he knew would feel exquisite when wrapped around his hard little cock. He knelt on the floor below the office's broken window and encased his balls and penis in the satiny panties, stroking his erection with the luscious undies. He came quickly, gasping as he climaxed. A tiny pearl of moisture formed on the yellow silk. Micah unwrapped his cock and balls and placed the briefs in the drawer with the rest of his stash. They may be too big to wear, but the silk felt wonderful sliding along his hard little shaft. Trying not to look too guilty or suspicious, Micah returned to the shack where Aaron and Amos were tippling bottles of beer. There was a sharp, pungent odor of smoke inside. "Everything okay?" Amos asked his brother. "Sure, sure," Micah said, trying to supress his excitement over his find. "All the doors and windows are locked." "Cool," his brother said. "Wanna beer?" "Yeah, thanks," Micah replied. He'd had beer before, with his father and brother after a long day working or when they'd gone hunting in the hills. He liked being able to drink beer with the grown-ups. It made him feel like an adult. Micah uncapped a bottle and sat down on one of the cots. Aaron went over to the TV and popped out the tape that had been playing, rummaging through a milkcrate filled with cassettes for a new one. Micah couldn't see the title on the box, but there was a picture of a woman kneeling and presenting her bottom on the cover. More porn. The title was Anal Angels IX. Micah sipped his beer as the legal notices and titles ran across the screen. Micah had seen dirty magazines, smuggled into the valley by young men doing warehouse duty, and passed down to younger brothers, who carefully hid their treasures under loose floorboards and in basement crannies. But he'd never seen a porn movie before. He watched, transfixed, as women with unbelievable breasts sucked men with enormous penises. He'd seen people fuck before; that was common enough in Salem Valley. He'd even had his own share of experiences, with boys and girls his own age, some older, some younger. But this was close to the Platonic ideal of sex, perfect bodies penetrating each other, no matted pubes, no unpleasant odors. Micah was fascinated. Amos and Aaron, however, had seen their share of porn flicks. Not that this one didn't manage to make them horny. But the novelty had long worn off. Aaron pulled the plastic bag from his pocket and gave Amos a look, tilting his head towards Micah. "Hey, Micah," Aaron said. "Can you check the warehouse again?" Micah started to get up reluctantly, since he was really getting into watching a buxom blonde get fucked in the ass by a muscular black man. Then he remembered the box of lingerie and the delights that held for him. "No, wait Micah," Amos said. "Let's get him high," he whispered to Aaron. "You sure about that?" Aaron asked. "Yeah, might be fun to watch," Amos replied. "Stick around, Micah. There's something I want you to try." Micah, curious now, walked over to the card table and took a seat and watched while Aaron took some greenish buds from the plastic bag and began to break them into small chunks on the card table. Then he took a slip of cigarette paper and rolled the green stuff into a lumpy cylinder. Producing a lighter from his pocket, he lit one end of the hand rolled cigarette and took a deep drag of smoke. Aaron passed it to Amos, who did the same. "Hold it in a long time," Amos said, passing the joint to Micah. He did as his brother instructed, nearly choking on the smoke. The joint went around the table a few times, and by the time it was a tiny, moist stub, Micah's head was spinning. "This is pot, right?" Micah asked his brother. "That's right," Amos replied. "Humboldt County bud," Aaron said. "Where do you get it?" Micah asked. "Black guy down at the gas station sells it," Aaron replied. "We should grow some," Amos said. "Pastor would kill us if he found out," Aaron countered. Micah was ignoring the conversation, even ignoring the porn movie. By this time, the grain of the leatherette covering of the card table had become a source of endless fascination for him. He was staring at the burgundy-colored material when he suddenly became aware of the fact that Amos was talking to him. "I said 'What's that in your pocket, Micah?' Are you deaf?" "What?" Micah said. Amos said nothing, instead reaching around the table to stick his fingers in the pocket of Micah's jeans. He pulled out one of the pairs of panties that Micah had found, white nylon girls briefs with the pink ruffles on the bottom. "Where'd you find this?" Amos asked his brother. "In a box," Micah replied, barely able to talk. "You stole from one of the boxes?" Aaron said. Warehouse duty was a choice assignment, and if something was stolen on Aaron's watch, he'd never be allowed back again. "No, no! A box in the office. Under the desk," Micah said. His face had flushed bright red. "Last people who had this place sold clothes," Amos said. "Micah, show me the box." Micah took his brother and Aaron to where he'd found the lingerie. Satisfied that the boy hadn't broken into one of the boxes bound for Salem Valley, they returned to their quarters. Amos handed his brother another beer. "So, little brother," Amos said, opening his own bottle of beer. "Let's see how you look in them." Micah, at first relieved that he'd been vindicated, was now petrified. "Yeah, c'mon Micah. Try them on for us," Aaron added. Reluctantly, Micah picked up the ruffled panties from the table. He kicked off his sneakers, took off his jeans and jockey shorts, and put on the lacy undies. Amos encouraged him to take off his shirt and t-shirt as well. Despite the warmth from the wood stove, Micah was shivering. "Turn around," Amos said. Micah complied, showing off the rows of lace that covered the panty bottom. "Sweet," Aaron said. "Very," Amos said. "C'mere, bro." Micah approached his brother, clad only in the skimpy panties and his socks. These were panties meant for a ten-year-old girl, the sort of undies worn under a party dress. Amos unzipped his jeans and fished out his hardening cock. Micah knelt in front of his older brother. He'd sucked Amos's cock before, though the last time had been a few years ago, when Micah was nine. Now he took his brother's cock in his hand and guided it into his mouth. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Aaron pulling his cock out of his pants as he watched Micah suck his brother. Behind him, he could hear the porn movie, a woman screaming "Fuck me! Fuck me!" over a soundtrack of wah-wah guitar. Amos's cock didn't seem as big as it had the last time, when Micah had had trouble getting his lips around the big organ. Now Micah was able to get about half of his brother's cock into his mouth without scraping the shaft with his teeth. His brother unsnapped his jeans and let them fall around his thighs. Micah knew this was his cue to reach into the fly of his brother's briefs and fondle his hairy balls, something he knew his brother liked. He slurped and licked the head of Amos's cock while gently cupping his brother's big sack. "Suck on Aaron for a while," Amos said, pulling out of his little brother's mouth. Aaron took Amos's place, presenting his cock for Micah to lick and suck. While Micah got acquainted with this new penis, not as thick as his brother's but slightly longer, Amos rummaged through the cabinets in the shack's kitchenette, looking for something. He returned with a can of Crisco. "Bring him over to the bed," Amos said. Aaron pulled his cock from Micah's mouth and helped him to his feet, guiding him over to the bed. It had a brass headboard and a well-worn feather mattress. Aaron took off his pants and boxers and lay back against the headboard, then Micah knelt between his legs and resumed sucking the young man's erection, gently playing with his balls while he lowered his lips over Aaron's shaft. Behind him, Amos had taken off his pants and underwear, and slowly pulled the ruffled panties down Micah's ass and thighs. Suddenly, Micah felt something cold between his ass cheeks: Amos had applied a dollop of Crisco and was working it into Micah's tight little asshole. The greasy lard began to warm as Amos penetrated Micah's bottom with his fingers, opening him up for his brother's cock. The fingers withdrew, replaced a moment later by something bigger. Micah tried to relax as his brother's hard cock began to slowly penetrate his ass. During youthful experiments with his friends, Micah had let boys fuck him in the ass, and just as often he'd returned the favor. But he'd never taken a cock this big, a full grown man's hard penis. The largest he'd had was a four-incher that belonged to a 13-year-old friend of his. That had hurt a bit, but only for a moment. Now he had seven inches of his brother's meat opening his tender bottom. After the initial sharp pain of his rectum being stretched, he was left with a burning feeling as the greasy invader pushed deeper into his bowels. Micah had to release Aaron's cock from his mouth for a minute, afraid of accidentally biting him. Slowly, the pain began to subside, replaced with the feeling of being filled with warmth as the hot, throbbing member wormed its way inside his body. Soon enough, Micah felt his brother's wiry pubic hair brushing against his soft bottom, followed by the feeling of his brother's cock slowly pulling back. He went back to Aaron's hard cock, licking it up and down before sinking his lips over the shaft. Micah remembered blowjobs he'd had from other boys and girls, the things that made some better than others. He remembered how one girl used her tongue on his shaft, giving him a feeling of exquisite pleasure. Micah did that now to Aaron, and he was rewarded with a soft moan and a slight movement of the man's pelvis. Amos was slowly fucking his brother's tight little bottom, using long, languid strokes as Micah's ass began to accept his penetration more readily. As Amos thrust in and out of his brother's tender bottom, Micah's head bobbed in Aaron's lap, his mouth engulfing and releasing the rigid tool. Aaron's hips moved up and down on the bed, almost fucking the young boy's mouth. Now Amos began to thrust faster, his hands on Micah's slim hips, guiding his brother's ass on and off his cock. Micah hardly had to move his head as he sucked Aaron; Amos did most of the work. Suddenly, Amos let out a loud groan and buried his cock deep inside his little brother's ass. Micah could feel his brother spurt his seed inside him, ropy jets of spunk blasting his insides. As Amos's thrusts slowed to a halt, Micah concentrated on Aaron's cock, stroking the shaft with his free hand as he sucked the head. Without warning, Aaron's cock spasmed and began to shoot its load down the boy's throat. Micah tried to swallow the bitter liquid, nearly choking as thick semen filled his mouth. Amos and Aaron pulled out of the holes they'd just used, leaving Micah leaking sperm from both ends. He lay on the bed, watching a girl in the movie take two cocks just the way he'd just done. Amos and Aaron cleaned themselves off with rags and went back to their beers. "Here, bro," Amos said, tossing a towel to Micah. "Get cleaned up and we'll get you wasted." For the rest of the weekend, Micah floated in a haze of beer and pot. Amos and Aaron enjoyed the favors of their little pantyboy, filling his mouth and ass with load after load of sperm. Micah, happy to spend the whole time wearing lingerie and watching all sorts of porn, had a raging stiffy the whole time. When Aaron wasn't sucking on his little cock, he was stroking it, nearly using up the bottle of lotion kept in the shack for that purpose. And when he returned home in the truck with his brother, the whole box of undies from the warehouse office was in the back, on its way back to Salem Valley, to be hidden in a dark corner of the basement of his house. ~o o~ Back in Salem Valley, the Ingersolls and the Reinharts had just finished eating dinner. As Rachel and Leah Ingersoll cleared the table and began washing dishes, assisted by Faith Reinhart, Josiah Ingersoll conducted Zachariah Reinhart and his son Isaac into the sitting room for an after dinner brandy, while Leah and Tamar Ingersoll took the Reinhart children, Chastity, 13, and Jacob, 10, upstairs to their bedroom to play. Zack Reinhart was a short, stout man, five years older than Josiah. He owned the vineyard that covered the southernmost part of the valley, and he produced fine wines and other spirits that made him one of the more prosperous residents of Salem Valley. His son, Isaac, had just graduated from the state university with a degree in business administration, and was being groomed to take over his father's business. "Have you thought about getting a master's degree, Isaac?" Josiah asked the young man. "I have, sir," Isaac replied. "But I don't think the benefits justify the costs. If I were seeking a salaried position on the outside, sure. But I'm staying in the valley." "Smart boy," Zack said, clasping his son on the shoulder. "I'm impressed," Josiah said. "How did you like life outside?" "Fun at times, but mostly nauseating," Isaac replied. "The food is awful, the people rude, the air scarcely fit to breathe. I was born in this valley and I intend to die here." "To a long life, then," Josiah said, raising his glass. "To a long life," Zack repeated. The three men clinked their glasses. Just then, Rachel, Leah, and Faith emerged from the kitchen. Faith Reinhart was just a couple of years older than Leah, a tall, austere looking woman with her hair tied back in a long pony tail, black with the first streaks of grey. "Are you gentlemen ready to get started?" Rachel asked. "Yes," Josiah replied for the group. "Let's begin." Courtship and betrothal in Salem Valley were highly ritualized. Despite the rampant promiscuity of childhood, men who professed honest intentions towards a young woman had to first ask permission to woo, were never in the company of a girl without a chaperone, were thoroughly vetted by the girl's parents, and finally had to ask a girl's father for her hand in marriage. The process took months. Isaac had already asked Josiah for his daughter's hand, which brought them to this stage of the ritual, a semi-private demonstration of their connubial compatibility. In short, they had to bring each other to orgasm while their respective parents watched. Failure to do so would have meant that the prospective marriage would likely fail. Success was a sign of a long, happy union. As Josiah and the Reinharts watched, Rachel helped her teenaged daughter undress, helping her out of the short white dress, unclasping her white satin bra, and slowly pulling down her skimpy white satin panties. Leah kicked off her shoes and stood naked in front of Isaac. "Nice," Isaac said under his breath. "What a lovely girl," Zack declared. Josiah nodded in thanks. "Shall we?" Leah said. She sat down on the couch, her legs spread, showing the bush she'd neatly trimmed in the bath that afternoon. Isaac positioned himself between her thighs and lowered his head towards her sex. "Mmmmm...you smell so sweet," Isaac said. Leah smiled and blushed; she'd been worried about just that before her bath. Isaac took another sniff of her pussy and extended his tongue, licking her snatch from her ass to her pubes. As he began to penetrate her labia, Leah sighed and leaned her head back on the couch, closing her eyes as her prospective husband started eating her out. Her pert breasts heaved with every breath and her nipples began to stiffen. Isaac ate Leah's pussy like a starving man. He penetrated her cleft with his tongue, savoring the taste of her nectar, before working his way up to her clit. He must have learned more than business administration in college, because he manipulated her sex like a skilled professional. Before long, Leah was convulsing, her thighs quivering, breasts heaving as she came and came again. It wasn't until her third orgasm that Isaac used his fingers, pressing her g-spot and probing her bottom, a combination that sent her off two more times. Finally, she had to push him away. Her skin was flushed, her hair wild, her eyes gleaming, her smile bright. She leaned forward and kissed Isaac on the lips. "I'm a happy girl," she declared. ~o o~ Upstairs, Tamar and Rebecca were entertaining Chastity and Jacob. Actually, Tamar, Rebecca, and Chastity were talking about clothes and boys while Jacob sat around looking bored, his only entertainment sneaking peeks of the girls' panties while they sat on the bed across from him. He was thinking about going to the bathroom and jerking off when the sound of Leah's orgasms began filtering upstairs. Hearing her cries of pleasure, the girls stopped talking. "Follow me," Tamar whispered. She took off her shoes and tiptoed out of the bedroom and down the hall to a spot at the top of the stairs. Jacob and the other girls followed. From that spot, you could see part of the sitting room and just make out Leah's naked form on the couch, Isaac's head between her legs, her hands grabbing at the cushions as she came. They watched as she came again and again until she pushed Isaac away and kissed him. Then she said something that the kids couldn't hear. The kids watched for a while as Leah relaxed and caught her breath. They were just about to return to the bedroom when Leah got up from the couch and Isaac took her place. He was naked now, his cock erect and bobbing above his lap. Then Leah knelt between his thighs and kissed the tip of his penis. She looked up at Isaac and smiled before taking his erection in her mouth, sucking and licking it, stroking it with one hand and cupping his balls with the other. Isaac closed his eyes and tilted his head back as Leah pleasured him with her mouth. After a few minutes of skillful sucking, Isaac gasped and his whole body seemed to tense. Then he let out a deep breath. Leah's head stopped bobbing and her cheeks began to bulge. She looked up at Isaac again and seemed to swallow something. Finally, she released his cock from her mouth and kissed the tip again, laughing as she said something the kids couldn't hear. "Wow," Tamar said as they tiptoed back to the bedroom. "He's got a big one," Chastity said. "Have you ever...?" Tamar asked. "Yeah, a few times," Chastity replied. "He comes a lot, too." Jacob and Rebecca listened eagerly as Tamar and Chastity discussed Isaac's equipment and various oral techniques. Rebecca had not yet done anything like this, but Jacob had had a few quick experiences with his friends, both giving and receiving, though not to completion. However, Tamar and Chastity, at twelve and thirteen, were at the age where they sought the attention of various boys, and the best way to keep the attention of the boys their age involved hands, mouth, and sometimes ass, though most girls thought the last one too icky and messy. "No, it's more of a circular motion," Chastity said to Tamar. "Here, let me show you." She took Tamar's index finger in her mouth and did something with her tongue that made Tamar's eyes go wide. "And they like that?" Tamar asked. She was barely adequate at giving head and, while most of the boys she sucked would come eventually, the act left her jaw aching and her neck tired. "They love it," Chastity replied. "It makes them come so fast." "Cool," Tamar said, trying the technique on her own finger. "Come here, Jacob." The boy looked at Tamar with a "Who, me?" expression on his face. Tamar reached over and grabbed him by the arm and pulled him on to the bed. When she started to unbutton his trousers he squirmed and tried to escape, but his sister caught his shoulders and pinned him to the bed. "Relax, Jake," Chastity said. "You'll love this." Jacob suddenly realized what was about to happen and stopped struggling. His sister laid his head in her lap and stroked his hair as Tamar pulled down his pants and jockey shorts. Jacob's stiff little penis sprang to attention. He was big for a ten-year-old, nearly four and a half inches erect, with hairless olive-sized balls in a tight little sac. Tamar leaned forward and took the boy's dick in her mouth and began to suck him. "Teeth," Jacob said, lifting his head from his sister's lap. "Watch your teeth," Chastity added. Tamar nodded without taking her lips off of Jacob's cock and continued sucking him, swirling her tongue over his shaft and cockhead just as Chastity had shown her. Soon the boy's pelvis began to rock in time with Tamar's sucking, his hard, glistening cock sliding across the girl's wet lips. His breathing grew heavier and his eyelids grew leaden as he abandoned himself to Tamar's oral pleasuring. Suddenly, he gasped and stiffened, his hips lifting off of the bed as he came. Tamar kept sucking him but Jacob's cock became very sensitive after an orgasm, so he gently pushed her away. "Did you come?" Tamar asked. "Uh huh," Jacob replied. "He's too young to make the cream," Chastity said. She'd sucked on her little brother's cock a few times over the past year and knew he had dry orgasms. "Can I try?" Rebecca asked. "Wait a few minutes," Chastity said. "Jake says it hurts if you do it too soon after he comes." "I'm okay now," Jacob said. Having Tamar suck him was fine indeed, but he was eager to have pretty little Rebecca, with her cute pigtails and frilly panties suck his cock. Tamar moved out of the way so her little sister could take her place between the young boy's legs. Jacob's cock was still stiff, and Rebecca tentatively examined it. Then she leaned forward and took his pecker, still glistening with her sister's saliva, into her mouth. "Use your tongue like you're wiping a dish with a sponge," Chastity said. "Swirl it around just below the head." She took Rebecca's index finger and demonstrated, just as she had with Tamar. Rebecca nodded and kept sucking Jacob's penis. Since he'd just come, it would take longer to achieve his next orgasm, but that was fine with him. Having little Becca suck his cock was a great way to pass the time. As Tamar watched her sister suck Jacob, she stroked his smooth thighs and thought it a shame that she didn't have a little brother. Sure, she loved her sisters dearly, but Jacob's penis was just so cute. It would have been fun to have a boy around the house to play with. Jacob stroked Rebecca's hair and body as she sucked him, pulling her short dress up to feel the bare skin of her smooth back. This exposed her frilly ruffled panties, something Jacob especially liked. He was thinking of how nice it would be to be standing behind her, pulling down the dainty panties to expose her soft, round ass and tight little hole. When he imaginied pushing his stiff cock inside her tiny bottom he suddenly came again, quick and hard, taking him by surprise. "How was that?" Rebecca asked, releasing Jacob's cock from her mouth. "Wow, great," he replied. She smiled, proud of her accomplishment, eager for the older girls' approval. Just then, Faith Reinhart called from the bottom of the stairs for her children. Isaac and Rebecca hastily rearranged their clothing and the kids traipsed downstairs to join their parents. ~o o~ "He'll make a fine husband," Rachel said to her daughter Leah. Mother and daughter were in the kitchen, wrapping up leftovers from dinner. "That he will," Leah agreed. Before this evening, she'd been somewhat indifferent to Isaac Reinhart, preferring the company of Simon Cunningham, a boy about her age who came from a family of shepherds. She and Simon would spend hours in the meadows together, kissing and petting while sheep grazed nearby. But though these rendezvous brought her much pleasure, no one had ever made her come as hard as Issac Reinhart that night. Besides, even after she was married she could still see Simon, as long as they were discreet. That's the way things were done in the valley. ~o o~ The pastor's residence was a large house next to the white clapboard church in the center of the village. Despite its size, it was usually a crowded place, since the pastor shared it with his extended family - his two daughters, their husbands, and their children. Pastor Jeremiah Gilmore, leader of the flock of Salem Valley, was a widower, having lost his wife to cancer five years earlier. But he rarely slept alone in this big house, enjoying the company of one or more of his three grandsons and five granddaughters almost every night. This evening, having finished dinner with his family, he was in his private study with Prudence Martin, his nine-year-old granddaughter. The slender blonde girl had never been in this room before, and she was fascinated with the books, pictures, and knick-knacks that lined the walls. The pastor, seated behind his big wooden desk, beckoned her over and hoisted her up into his lap. He called her attention to the computer monitor on his desk, where a small grainy video clip was running. "See what she's doing, Prudie?" Pastor Gilmore asked her. In the video clip, a girl Prudence's age had her dress hiked up around her waist and was rubbing her hairless pussy with her fingers. "Uh huh." "Do you ever do that?" "I guess," she said flatly. "It's okay if you do," Gilmore said. "It's a good thing." "Okay," the girl said. The pastor clicked on another icon and the video changed to one of a slightly older girl sitting naked on a bed. From the edge of the frame an adult penis appears and the girl begins to suck it. The sight of this made Prudence giggle. "Have you ever done that?" the pastor asked his granddaughter. "No," she replied. "Not even with a little friend?" "No." Prudence had seen her friends play like this, but was always reluctant to join in. Word of this had gotten back to her mother, who asked the pastor to have a talk with the girl. "How about this?" the pastor asked, clicking on another icon. This video showed a young boy with his face buried between the thighs of a little girl, licking the six-year-old's bald pussy. The girl giggled and squirmed, enjoying the boy's darting tongue. "What's he doing?" Prudence asked. "He's licking her cunny," the pastor replied. "She likes it?" "Oh yes, it's a wonderful feeling. Would you like to try?" Prudence thought for a moment before replying, "Okay." "Sit on the desk for me, sweetie." Prudence climbed off of the pastor's lap and on to the blotter facing him, her bare legs swinging over the edge. The pastor raised the girl's short dress, pulling it over her head. Then he tugged at her pink cotton panties. Prudence lifted her bottom off of the desk to allow her grandfather to pull the panties off of her soft little tush and down her creamy thighs. Now she was naked on his desk but for her lacy ankle socks and black patent leather maryjanes. "What a lovely little girl you are, Prudie," the pastor gently cooed. Prudence blushed and smiled as he ran his fingers over her soft skin. She enjoyed the attention of this older man with his white hair and beard and kindly expression. The pastor had her lie back on his desk as he explored her little body with fingers and lips, lingering on her flat chest with its tiny pink nipples. Prudence sighed, savoring her grandfather's gentle touch. Jeremiah Gilmore had enjoyed the company of many boys and girls over his thirty years as pastor of this town, but the first touch of new flesh was always the most exciting. As he worked his way down his granddaughter's tender body, he felt his ardor begin to wax, straining against the fabric of his wool trousers. And when he reached the girl's hairless pussy, he could feel his penis begin to weep a drop of moisture. The pastor gently parted Prudence's thighs, exposing her tiny cleft with its puffy, bald labia. Slowly, he lowered his head to her virgin sex, extending his tongue, parting the rubbery lips and tasting the girl's freshness. Prudence sighed as he began to gently lick her. Like all the valley's children, she touched herself down there and had even come close to orgasm once or twice but had never known true pleasure. What her grandfather was now doing was somewhat like that, but his tongue was far more skilled than her fingers and he knew from vast experience how to please a young girl. "Does that feel good?" the pastor asked his granddaughter. "Uh huh." "Do you want me to keep going?" "Uh huh." No one ever said no to the pastor. He licked her cunny with renewed vigor, not too hard, with just enough pressure to seek out her tiny clit and make it swell beyond the prepuce. "Ooooh..." Prudence moaned. Rubbing herself felt good but not like this. She hadn't yet found that special spot that the pastor's tongue was now probing and licking. Now she knew, and she would remember where the pleasure came from. As the pastor licked her, holding her little bottom in his gentle hands, she felt that special feeling begin to grow, the feeling that had eluded her so far. The pastor couldn't help but notice how his granddaughter was reacting as he ravished her tiny clit. Her bottom was tensing and relaxing in his hands, and her moans and sighs were unmistakable signs that the little girl was close to her orgasm. He squeezed her little bottom and drew her hips closer to his mouth, applying more pressure on her little pearl with his tongue. Prudence began to tremble in his hands, her creamy thighs quivering, her flat chest heaving with every breath. She kept clenching and unclenching her hands, her eyes now closed, her mouth open. Suddenly she convulsed on his desk, scattering some papers and pens as she came. The pastor kept licking her, though her spasms made it difficult to keep in contact with her clit. With the loss of direct stimulation, Prudence's climax subsided, but when the pastor's tongue touched her button again her pleasure was renewed. After the third orgasm, the pastor gave Prudence's wet cunny one last lick, followed by a gentle kiss. The girl lay spent on his desk, a contented smile on her face. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked at her grandfather, seeing him proudly beam at her. He loved helping the little ones find their pleasure. It was a gift from God. "Liked that, didn't you?" the pastor asked. "Oh, yes," Prudence gasped, still somewhat out of breath. "Would you like to help me feel good, too?" "Yes, Grandpa." "Sit up for me, sweetie," the pastor said. He shrugged off his suspenders and lowered his trousers and boxer shorts, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a hard, thick penis emerging from a thicket of white pubic hair. Prudence stared at the hard cock, the first adult erection she'd seen in person. "Don't be afraid to touch it, princess," the pastor said. Prudence hesitantly reached for his member, encircling it with her fingers. She remembered something she'd seen her brother do and began to gently stroke the pastor's penis. "That's a good girl," he encouraged. "Just like that." Prudence lifted the pastor's cock as she stroked it, looking for his balls. Unlike the immature, hairless sacs she'd seen, the pastor's balls were pendulous and hairy. She wanted to laugh at the way it swayed with the movement of the pastor's hips, but remembered that she was doing big girl things now and didn't want to seem like a silly little girl. "Do you remember the video I showed you?" the pastor asked. "What the girl was doing?" "Uh huh," Prudence said. Without further prompting, she leaned forward and opened her mouth, taking the head of her grandfather's penis in her mouth. She expected it to taste funny, but it really didn't taste like anything at all. There was a slippery liquid at the tip, but it was clear, not yellow, so it couldn't be pee. The pastor's cock was too thick for her little mouth so she concentrated on the head and stroked the shaft with her tiny hands. "That's a good girl," the pastor cooed. "You're doing just fine." Prudence looked up to see her grandfather proudly smiling at her. He stroked her silky hair and caressed her smooth skin as she pleasured her grandfather. She loved the kindly old man, loved to sit on his lap as he told stories or bounced her on his knee. To make him feel as good as he'd made her feel was her only wish. The pastor was close to coming in his granddaughter's loving mouth, but he held back, not wanting to spoil the experience for her by choking her with his semen. He pulled back, withdrawing from her mouth and, gently lifted her chin and kissed her on the lips. "That was wonderful, Prudie," he said. "I want to show you what happens when a man finds his pleasure." "Okay," Prudence said. She didn't really understand what he meant by that but she'd do anything for her grandfather. "Lay back, sweetie," he said. As she reclined on the desk once again, he took the lower back cushion from his chair and slid it underneath her bottom, raising her bald pussy to the level of his crotch. Then he opened a desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of clear water-based lubricant, pouring some on her cleft. "What are you...?" Prudence asked, unsure of what was about to happen. Was he going to put it inside her? She'd seen people do that and had a vague idea of how it worked, but she'd also heard that it hurt, at least the first time. "Don't worry, sweetheart," the pastor reassured her. "I'm not going to take your flower. It'll be just like what I did with my tongue." "Okay," Prudence said. The girl relaxed a little, anticipating this new pleasure. The pastor applied some lubricant to his erection and lifted the girl's legs up so that her ankles rested on his shoulders. Leaning forward, he rubbed his penis on her upturned cleft, across her slippery lips. The prominent ridge that ran along the underside of the pastor's penis fit her labia like a tongue and groove joint, sliding across her little clitoris, making it swell in response. Prudence found that by rocking her hips she could make the sensation even more intense. "That's a good girl," the pastor encouraged. "Just like that." Grandfather and granddaughter found a mutually pleasurable rhythm on the pastor's big wooden desk. Prudence felt that special feeling begin to grow again as the pastor's hard cock slid back and forth along her virgin cunny. It grew and spread from her center, making her limbs tremble and her tummy quiver. "Ready, sweetie?" the pastor said, just as her pleasure grew to a climax. She wasn't sure what was going to happen, but she surrendered herself to what was happening to her young body. She knew it wasn't sex like the grown-ups had, but it was something close, and she was proud to be giving her beloved grandfather pleasure with her body. Suddenly, the pastor grunted and a thick white cream began to spurt from his cock, hot ropy jets of semen that crossed her belly and chest. Surprised, Prudence watched with fascination as her grandfather sprayed her creamy skin with the warm fluid. Almost immediately, he stopped rubbing her cunny with his cock, and the hard member began to soften, becoming shriveled and wrinkly. She was scared for a moment, thinking that she'd hurt her grandfather. "That's okay, sweetie," he cooed, seeing the worried expression on her face. "That's what happens when a man has a come. He sprays his seed and his penis softens." The pastor gently let her legs down and reached inside his desk for a rag, wiping the semen that covered his granddaughter's belly and chest. Prudence stuck her finger in a drip that lingered below her nipple, feeling the sticky substance, sniffing it, and finally extending her tongue for a tentative taste. It was bitter, with a faint aftertaste of strawberry, from the lubricant. "So I didn't hurt it?" she asked her grandfather, who was wiping the lubricant from his flaccid penis. "No, no," he assured her. "You made it feel extra good, my little princess." He gave her a tender kiss on her button nose before hitching up his trousers and slipping his arm through his suspenders. The pastor took a last look at the naked little girl on his desk. Then he helped her into her little pink panties and short dress. "Let Mommy give you a bath and I'll be in later to tuck you into bed," the pastor said to his granddaughter at the doorway of his office. He gave her a playful pat on the bottom and sent her on her way. Then he closed the door and poured himself a short glass of whiskey from the bottle in his desk drawer, sat back in his comfortable chair, and savored the memory of that delicious little girl's virgin flesh. An hour later there was a knock at the door. It was his daughter Mariah, Prudence's mother. He bid her to enter. "How was she?" she asked her father. "She was marvelous," he replied. "I don't forsee any problems in the future." "That's good," Mariah said, relieved. "I was worried." "No need to be," he said, getting up from his desk to embrace his 24-year-old daughter. "She'll be ready to be married in a few years." Mariah placed her head against his chest, her hand wandering down to her father's crotch. She squeezed his beloved old cock gently. "Do you think there's anything left for me?" she asked. "Could be," he replied. "Let's find out, shall we?" ~o o~ © 2008 Anais Ninja anais.ninja.asstr@gmail.com anais_ninja@hotmail.com