Salem Valley Chapter Three © 2008 Anais Ninja anais.ninja.asstr@gmail.com anais_ninja@hotmail.com Hope Cunningham was in a lousy mood. Back at the cabin, she'd gotten wasted on pot and schnapps, fallen asleep on the bunk, and when she woke up everyone was gone. Even worse, her panties were missing. Then, during the long walk home, the weather turned and it started raining, with a chilly wind that whipped up her skirt and made her bottom cold. Dinner was already on the table when she came home, and her mother scolded her for being late. The only saving grace was that the rain had washed the semen from her hair. "That bastard Luke Smith," she kept thinking throughout dinner. She'd sucked his cock, nearly choked on his load, and he only licked on her for a few minutes before getting bored and lighting another joint. Hope fumed and barely ate her dinner, pushing the chicken and peas around her plate. That would be the last time she sucked him, she told herself. After helping her mother clear the table and do the dishes, Hope went up to her room and changed into her short little nightie. The rain had stopped but the wind was still howling down the valley from the north. Hope reached under her mattress and pulled out a worn, dog-eared romance novel, something she had found under one of the cabin's loose floorboards. The spine of the paperback was broken to all the sexy good parts. She turned to one of them and began to read, but she had a hard time concentrating, and the book only made her hornier. She kept thinking about Luke and his beautiful penis, how it felt in her hand, in her mouth. Filled with restless energy, Hope put on her bathrobe and slippers and snuck downstairs. Simon and her parents were in the parlor, talking about something. Hope didn't know where Samuel was, but it was safe to assume that he was in his room reading, his favorite thing to do. She couldn't go out the kitchen door, since that was too close to the parlor. Instead, Hope slipped down to the basement and quietly went out through the cellar door. In her bathrobe and slippers, she ran to the barn. The red-painted barn was chilly on this cold night, but the hayloft retained the warmth of the day. The Cunningham house was small, its walls thin, and this was a problem for a ten-year-old girl seeking a bit of privacy. Hope had begun to have intense orgasms the year before, and her cries of pleasure were louder than most girls her age. Her mother even had a talk with her about that, saying that she didn't want to discourage her from exploring her body, but it might have a bad effect on her brothers, who were horny enough as it is. So Hope started sneaking out to the barn, where she could scream herself hoarse. Hope spread her robe on the scratchy hay and lay down. She lifted the hem of her nightie and stuck her hands in the dainty panties that matched her pink babydoll. She favored a two-handed technique, right hand on her clit, probing her passage with her left. She could get her middle finger inside her to the second knuckle, and though it hurt at first, even drawing a bit of blood, she now enjoyed the feeling of something inside her pussy. Hope closed her eyes as she masturbated, listening to the sound of the wind and the occasional cow fart. She thought about Luke, imagining that her finger was his penis, filling her on their wedding night, his muscular body on top of hers, the muscles in his taut ass moving as he pumped his new bride. Hope imagined herself in a big feather bed, wearing white silk bridal lingerie, her hair festooned with flowers and ribbons, her stocking-clad legs wrapped around her handsome lover. She was close, so close, when she heard the door to the barn creak open and then close. Irritated, she stopped what she was doing and quietly crawled to the edge of the loft to see who had broken her reverie. It was Samuel. What was he doing here? Hope knew he'd already done his after-dinner chores. Her ire gave way to curiosity as he picked up a milking stool and walked over to one of the heifers' stalls. She could hear him talking to the cow in a quiet, soothing voice, see him place the stool behind the cow. Sam got up on the stool, unclasped his overalls, and let them fall around his ankles. Then he lifted the cow's tail out of the way. "Oh my God," Hope said to herself. "He's going to fuck a cow." Sure enough, she could see Sam in profile, his hard cock entering the cow's vagina. He pumped away for a few minutes while the cow munched hay from the floor of the stall. Finally, Sam froze, his knees quivering, and he withdrew, pulling up his overalls and putting the stool back where he'd found it before quietly leaving the barn. Hope was stunned. She knew that some boys did it with cows and sheep, but she'd never seen it, let alone imagined her brother would do it. That prompted another thought: what would it feel like for an animal to fuck her? The bull was out of the question: it was a huge, ill-tempered animal with a massive organ. It would kill her. Same with a horse, though the family didn't own one, nor did they have pigs or sheep. Chickens were useless for anything but eating. The only other animal they raised were goats. Hope put her robe back on and climbed down from the hayloft. She headed to the back of the barn to where the goats were penned. Hope used to like feeding them when she was younger, especially the babies, who'd suck greedily at the bottle she'd hold. She went to the pen against the far wall, where the billy goat was kept. The goat, associating humans with the delivery of food, perked up when he saw Hope approach. She carefully opened the gate, just wide enough to sidle inside the pen, and relocked it behind her. "Hey boy," Hope cooed. "How you doin' tonight?" She reached out to pet him. He was getting on in years and pretty docile by now. Hope dropped to her knees next to him and petted his flank. In the dim light in the back of the barn, she could barely make out the goat's flaccid organ, and she wondered if he still had his balls. She reached between the goat's legs and felt around. The goat let out a small sound and backed away, but Hope grabbed his collar and talked to him in gentle, soothing tones. Hope found his balls intact, and a short cock inside a furry sheath. Before she went any further, Hope took off her robe, nightie, and panties. She didn't want her clothes smelling of goat. Kneeling naked next to the billy goat, Hope felt around for its penis, gently squeezing and stroking it. It began to grow in her hand, slowly extending to its full length. As near as Hope could tell in the gloom, it was about six inches long, but thinner than a human penis. Hope realized that her legs were too short and the goat's too long. On her hands and knees under the goat, the tip of his cock would barely touch her ass. She looked around for something to lay on and saw a rude wooden bench sitting against the side of the stall. She dragged it over and laid on top, letting her legs dangle on either side. But the goat was uninterested, chewing on a bit of fodder. Then Hope remembered watching the goats mate. The females would urinate, something that triggered the billy goat's urge. Hope slid off the bench, squatted in the fetid hay that lined the stall, and let out a thin stream of urine. She could see steam rising in the cold barn from where she was squatting. Looking back at the goat, she saw his attention turn from his food to the puddle of piss she'd just made. As she got back on the bench, lying on her tummy with her ass upturned, the goat suddenly reared up and mounted her, nearly hitting her head with a hard hoof before covering her back with its furry stomach. She could feel the head of his cock pushing against her, hitting her ass and legs, trying to find her passage. Hope reached back to guide him inside her, but before she could grasp his long, thin penis, the goat found her hole and entered her hungry pussy. Hope clung to the bench with all her strength as the goat began fucking her with short, quick strokes. She could feel something wet pouring into her pussy, the goat's thin semen, weeping from it's cock as soon as it started fucking her. She reached down and spread the thin liquid over her clit and began frigging herself while the goat pumped her tender passage. The effects were immediate. Hope felt her long-delayed orgasm begin to rise inside her as the goat's cock filled her over and over and over. She began to cry out, and this seemed to spur the goat to fuck her faster and harder. The goat's cock fell out of her a couple of times, but he seemed to find Hope's sloppy hole on the next stroke. She felt naughty and nasty doing it with an animal, but that only served to heighten her pleasure. She wondered what Luke would say if he could see her and that sent her over the edge, making her cry out in pleasure. She shuddered and trembled on the bench as she came, nearly falling over as her long-sought release gripped her little body. There was a sudden gush of liquid inside her and then the goat dismounted, its penis softening, still dripping its thin liquid. Hope lay on the bench, spent and happy. She'd needed this and she didn't care that she had to fuck a goat to get her nut. She returned the bench to its spot against the wall, grabbed her clothes, and left the stall, cleaning herself as best as she could with rags and water. The goat had covered her lower body with its cum. She hoped that no one would smell it on her as she returned to the house through the cellar door. ~o o~ "What didja bring me?" Charity Smith asked her older brother Aaron. He'd come back from the warehouse in the city that day, and all day Charity had looked forward to the moment when, after everyone else in the house was asleep, Aaron would sneak into her room and show her what he'd brought her back from town. "Shhhh..." Aaron said, sitting down on the edge of her bed. He put the paper sack he was carrying in his lap. "You'll wake everyone up." "I'll be quiet," Charity said. She sat up in bed and turned on the lamp on the bedside table. It took a second for Aaron's eyes to adjust to the light. He saw that his little sister was wearing just a little camisole and a pair of cotton panties instead of the nightie she usually wore. Aaron had been visiting his little sister late at night for a couple of years now, and it was he who first took her virgin ass. For his part, he never failed to bring her gifts when he returned from the warehouse. "Okay, for starters..." Aaron said, slowly opening the brown paper bag so it wouldn't make too much noise. "I got you this." He held up a tiny red lace thong, something he'd filched from the box of lingerie in the warehouse office. "Don't know if it'll fit, though." "Oooooh...so pretty," Charity said, examining the delicate little confection. "I can fix it if it's too big. What else?" "Here," Aaron said, handing his sister a couple of tubes of lipstick. Makeup was a rare thing in the valley. It wasn't forbidden, just not customary. Charity had a little stash of makeup her brother had brought her, but rarely had an opportunity to wear it. This was one of those times, though. She took a hand mirror from her bedside table and applied some cherry red lipstick to her pouty little lips. "How's that look?" Charity asked her brother. "You look beautiful," he said. "What else?" she asked. "There's this thing," Aaron replied, pulling a small plastic vibrator from the bag. He'd bought it at the video store where he bought porn tapes for the warehouse. The clerk had looked at him funny, especially after he said it was for his sister. "What's that?" Charity asked. "It's a viby thing," Aaron said, twisting the base and making it hum in his hand. "You rub it on your cunny," he explained. "Lemme try," she said, taking the vibrator from her brother. She threw off her blanket and sat cross-legged on the bed, rubbing the vibe up and down the crotch of her panties. "Feel good?" Aaron asked. "Uh huh," she replied. It would feel even better under her panties. She twisted the base of the vibe and the humming stopped. "Last but not least," Aaron said, pulling a bottle of Astroglide from the bag. "The guy at the store said this is the best stuff, better than hand lotion." He squirted a drop on Charity's finger and she felt how slick it was. Finally, Aaron pulled a bottle of peach schnapps and a pack of cigarettes from the bag and placed them on the bedside table. Charity got out of bed and cracked open a window while Aaron took a joint from the cigarette pack and lit it. "I'm going to try these on," Charity said, picking up the tiny red panties. She skinned off her white cotton undies and slipped the skimpy thong up over her legs. The waistband was a little loose, so she tied a knot in the back. Looking at herself in the mirror, Charity liked how the lacy front barely covered her hairless mound, and the string in the back, though it felt a bit weird, exposed her round little bottom. "How do I look?" Charity asked her brother, turning around for him. "Very sexy," he said, handing her the joint. While Charity smoked, Aaron took a swig of schnapps and removed his pajama bottoms and briefs. As they passed the joint and the bottle back and forth, Charity reached for her brother's cock and slowly stroked it. "I was at the cabin today," Charity said. "Really? Who was there?" "Luke was, and Sam and Simon. And Hope. And Prudence Martin." "The pastor's grandkid?" "Uh huh. She got wasted with us and sucked off Sam." "No way." "Uh huh. Swallowed his load, too," Charity said. "I'll be damned," Aaron declared. "Simon or Luke?" "Simon," Charity said. "Sucked him and then he fucked my bottom." "Was he any good?" "Yeah, but not as good as you," she said, giving his cock a playful squeeze. Charity took one last his of the joint and lowered her head into her brother's lap, softly sucking on the head of his cock. Aaron unbuttoned and removed his pajama top and stroked his little sister's long, silky hair, moving it back from her face so he could watch her chow down on his stiffening cock. "I wanna see you use the viby thing," he said after she'd gotten him fully erect. Charity lay back on the pillow, twisted the base of the vibe, making it hum, and spread her legs. Pulling aside the crotch of her thong, she pressed the tip against her labia, moving it up and down, lingering towards the top of her passage, where her tiny clit rose to meet the buzzing plastic toy. "How's it feel?" Aaron asked, stroking his cock while he watched his sister. "Real good," she said. "Try some of this on it," he said, handing her the bottle of lubricant. Charity squeezed some Astroglide on the tip and pressed the slickened toy against her hairless pussy. It felt even better when she pressed it between her bald lips, making direct contact with her little pearl. Charity closed her eyes and savored this new feeling, a tingling sensation spreading through her lower body, from her tummy to her toes. She felt something press against her cheek. It was Aaron, standing next to the bed, his hard cock in his hand. She opened her mouth and let him place his penis between her lips, sliding it in and out as she worked her pussy with the vibrator. "That's my little girl," Aaron cooed, fucking his little sister's mouth with his stiff tool. Charity began to moan around his shaft as the tingly feeling grew more intense. She pressed the vibe deeper, into her hole, and suddenly her whole body was vibrating. "Uh...uh...uh...uh..." Charity had to release her brother's cock as she came, the most intense climax she'd ever felt. Her little body convulsed on the bed, her limbs stiffening and quivering as she came. Finally, it grew too intense and she pulled the toy out of her pussy, her lips glistening with moisture and lubricant. Aaron smiled as he watched her come, pleased with his gift to her. "Thanks, Aaron," Charity said, finally opening her eyes as her orgasm receded. He leaned down to kiss her. "You know how to thank me, sweetie," he cooed. Charity giggled and set the vibrator down on her nightstand. Then she rolled over on her tummy, sliding her pillow beneath her so her ass was up in the air. "Nah, leave it on," Aaron said when she started to pull down her thong. He lifted the bottom strap out of her crack and pushed it aside on to her ass cheek. Reaching for the bottle of lubricant, he poured some between her cheeks, rubbing it in with his fingers. Slowly, he penetrated her bottom with his index finger, working the lube inside her ass. Charity moaned and pushed back, urging him to go deeper. Soon, Aaron had a second finger inside his sister's ass, then a third. Charity sighed and squirmed on the pillow as her brother loosened her tight little tush. Aaron greased up his erection and got in bed behind his little sister, straddling her cute bottom. Pressing his glistening cock into her crack, he slowly entered her, filling her tight passage. Charity let out a little gasp, betraying a slight discomfort from being stretched out by her brother's thick penis. But she'd been taking his cock for over a year now, and knew that feeling would pass. He'd always been gentle with her. When Aaron was fully inside Charity's tight hole, he waited a minute to let her get used to his girth. It had taken a few months before she was able to handle his cock, but if he took it slow, it would be pleasurable instead of painful. Charity soon nodded her head, signalling her brother that she was okay. He began to pull back, slowly thrusting in and out of his sister's bottom. Her tight rectum gripped his cock as he slowly pumped her little body. Soon he had built up a rhythm, his hips rocking as his cock disappeared inside his sister's ass. Supporting his weight with his arms, Aaron looked down to watch as his glistening shaft slid in and out of Charity's anus. Charity reached over for the vibrator, managed to switch it on with one hand, and reached underneath her body, slipping the toy down into the front of her lacy thong. It took a bit of manipulation but she finally got the toy to make contact with her clit, and the buzzing feeling returned. Aaron could feel the toy humming, too, adding a bit of stimulation to an already delicious sensation. He made a mental note to get a toy with a bigger motor the next time he visited the video store. "Aw, yeah," Aaron murmured. "You're my little ass slut." "Mmmmmm..." Charity replied. She knew Aaron was getting close when he started talking dirty. "You like my cock in your ass?" "Mmmmm...yesssss...fuck my little ass," she replied. Charity loved to talk like this, too. "You want my cum in your ass?" "Yessss...fill me...fill me with your cream..." Between his cock, the vibe, and the nasty banter, Charity felt another climax approach. She gasped and moaned, tightening her ass around her brother's invading cock. When she started to quiver, her pelvis and legs trembling, it began to set Aaron off, bringing him his own sweet release. He pounded her tight little bottom a few times and then gave one last deep thrust as his spasming cock began to spurt his seed inside his sister's body. Aaron let out a satisfied grunt as he came, filling Charity's ass with jet after jet of hot sperm. He let out a deep breath but stayed inside her bottom until his cock began to soften. After Aaron climbed up off of his sister, Charity reached into the bedside table for an old pair of panties she kept for times like this. Her bottom was a mess of lube and sperm, and she used the old panties to blot up the mess. Charity pulled the pillow out from under her tummy and rolled on to her side, keeping the panties bunched between her legs to catch the flow leaking from her well-used ass. "You like your new toy?" Aaron asked his sister as he put his pajamas back on. I love it," she said. "Thank you." "Anytime, sis," he said, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek. She took one last swig of schnapps before Aaron put it back in the bag, leaving her a couple of cigarettes as well. Then he left and headed back to the room he shared with Luke. Once the flow of semen leaking from her ass had ebbed, Charity bunched up the old panties and put them back in the drawer. She skinned off her new red lace thong and examined it. She'd have to wash it before she altered it. Wrapping the thong around her vibrator, she hid it underneath the base of the lamp next to her bed. Then she took one of the cigarettes Aaron had left her and lit it, sitting by the open window and blowing the smoke out into the night. She thought of all the boys she'd had, cocks she'd sucked, hard penises that had penetrated her tender bottom. Charity thought about boys she hadn't yet been with, boys who came to the cabin to party but hesitated when it came to sex play, boys she saw disappear into the woods with bags and packs to masturbate alone with a magazine or dirty book. She thought about older boys, younger boys, even some of the men of the village, wondering what their cocks looked like, how their cum tasted, whether it would feel good when they took her from behind. She decided she'd have them all. ~o o~ "Come upstairs when you're finished, okay?" Constance Goodenough said to her boys. She poured hot water from the kettle into a cup and dropped in a teabag. "Yes, Mom," Daniel and Reuben said in unison. Constance left her sons to study at the kitchen table and went upstairs to draw a bath. This was her favorite time of the week, Sunday night, with the work week ahead of her. As Constance relaxed in the warm water and fragrant bath salts, she reflected on her life and the week ahead. Constance Goodenough taught history and English at the valley's little two-room schoolhouse. She also served as the school's nurse in addition to teaching Sunday school at Pastor Gilmore's church. She had to do all these things because her husband passed away ten years ago, leaving her to raise their two sons Daniel, now 14, and Reuben, just turned 12. It wasn't easy for her, working all these jobs, but she was fortunate enough to be able to provide for her boys and be able to put a little extra money away for their education. At thirty, she was still an attractive woman, and would have made some man a good second wife. But between work and her boys, she had precious little time for courtship. Besides, she liked her life just the way it was, and having a man to cook for and cater to would just take time away from her boys. Maybe when they were grown and had wives of their own, she'd consider marriage again. The boys were always helpful around the house, and since there was no farm or flock to take care of, she'd had ample time to help them with schoolwork. As a result, both boys earned top grades and Constance hoped to send them both off to college in a few years. Raising two boys alone hadn't been easy. They'd been a handful when they were younger, two rambunctious hellions, always up to something. But now she had a new set of problems to deal with, namely puberty. It sometimes seemed as if the boys had constant erections, making it difficult to concentrate and endangering their good grades. When the bath started to cool, Constance rinsed off, toweled herself dry, and put on a sheer little nightie. As the bathwater drained, she walked to her bedroom and turned down the covers of the big bed. After reading for a while, Constance heard the sound of the boys coming upstairs to get ready for bed. It had started with hand relief. Daniel was ten when Constance first rubbed his little cock with lotion-covered fingers. It seemed to help for a while, and his grades stayed strong. Then he began to beg her to stroke him to completion. She tried withholding this for a while, but Daniel's grades started to fall. Eventually, Constance had a novel idea: she'd reward her boys for good grades only, and not just with her hands. Daniel and Reuben, having brushed their teeth and changed into pajamas, came into their mother's bedroom and climbed into bed with her. They snuggled under the blankets for a while, like they used to do when the boys were younger. "How'd we do on our exams, Mommy?" Daniel asked. Constance had graded their tests from the previous week that afternoon. "Reuben got an 89 on his spelling quiz," she said. "And you scored a 95 on the math test." The boys smiled. It would be a good night. "What about my book report?" Reuben asked. "I'll tell you later," Constance said. "Let's take care of that A- first." She rolled over and kissed her younger son on the forehead and lips before tugging at his pajama bottoms. Reuben skinned the bottoms off, his youthful cock throbbing in anticipation. Constance planted a trail of kisses down his chest until her lips were just inches from the tip of his penis. Then she enveloped his erection in her mouth, hungrily licking and sucking the boy's tool. Reuben had received the occasional blow job from girls around his age, but none was as skillful as his mother. He sighed and closed his eyes as her experienced tongue swirled over his shaft, her gentle fingers caressing his hairless balls. His stomach heaved and his hips rocked as she sucked his smooth, slender cock, a kernel of pleasure starting to grow inside him. Suddenly, he stiffened, his bottom rising up off the bed as he came, his cock releasing a tiny drop of immature semen. Constance licked the tip of her son's member, savoring the delicate taste of the clear fluid before releasing his penis from her mouth. "Next time, you'll get at least an A, right?" Constance said to her youngest son. "Yes, Mommy," he replied. "I promise." "Good," she said. "Now, Danny. For getting an A." Daniel had already taken off his pajama bottoms, and had been stroking his cock while he watched his mother suck his younger brother's penis. Daniel's erection was larger, six inches of boy flesh growing from a thatch of sparse pubic hair. Constance kissed her son on the lips as she stroked his member. Then, as he lay back on the bed, she leaned over and took him in her mouth and began sucking him. This was only a prelude, however. Once Daniel's cock was hard and glistening, she straddled his hips, lifted the hem of her nightie, and guided her son's cock into her moist pussy. Leaning forward, Constance placed her hands on either side of her son's shoulders and began to rock her hips. Her wet snatch engulfed and released her son's penis, making a faint squishing sound and filling the bedroom with the smell of sex. Reuben watched as his mother rode his brother's hard cock, his own stiffy hardening again. He sat next to them and reached over for his mother's breasts, fondling them through the sheer bodice of the nightie. Constance shrugged off the spaghetti straps, freeing her breasts for her sons. Daniel reached up and cupped one of his mother's titties, gently pinching her stiffening nipple. "Reuben, get the cold cream," Constance said in a breathy voice. The young boy slipped out of bed and grabbed the jar from his mother's vanity table. Giddy with anticipation, the boy returned to the bed with the jar and opened it. Constance took a dollop and applied it to Reuben's stiffy. Then she reached back and smeared some between her cheeks, working it into her bottom. "You got an A+ on your book report, Reubie," Constance cooed. Reuben smiled and took his place behind his mother, who leaned forward over Daniel and lifted the back of her nightie. She stopped humping her older son's cock long enough for her youngest to slide his slippery cock between her cheeks, penetrating her tight ass. It took a couple of tries but he managed to enter her. With both of her sons inside her, Constance began to move again, rocking her pelvis between the two young cocks. Constance loved it when her boys did well on exams, out of maternal pride, of course, but also because of the pleasures these rewards brought her. Daniel's cock filled her hungry pussy, his hands ravished her breasts. Reuben clung to his mother's back, pumping her tight bottom with his stiff little cock. She felt her release approach, something she'd craved in the years after her husband passed away. He'd never failed to satisfy her. Now his sons had taken his place. Constance cried out as her orgasm built, and she ground her hips against Daniel's, trying to take more of him inside her hungry hole. Daniel lifted his hips in response, burying his cock inside his mother's snatch. This never failed to bring her off, and she fell forward on top of her eldest son, crushing her breasts against his chest, tightly gripping his shoulders. Her pussy spasmed and contracted around his pole, gripping it and releasing it as he stabbed upward inside her. Daniel could feel his mother's passage tighten around his shaft as she came, pushing him over the edge. His cock throbbed and stiffened, spurting his hot cream inside his mother's pussy. Her muscular contractions milked him, drawing every drop of semen from his penis. He sighed and relaxed as the last dribbles of cum flowed from his dick. Reuben had been hanging on to his mother's back for dear life as she came, repeatedly stabbing her hole with his dick. Now that she and Daniel had come, he could concentrate on his own pleasure. The same contractions that had milked his brother's cock were gripping his, and as Constance's ass muscles spasmed around his slender shaft he began to come, leaving his own meagre offering inside her body. "Go clean up Reubie, and fetch me a washcloth," Constance said, feeling his thrusts slow to a halt. "Yes, Mommy," he said, pulling out of his mother's bottom and running to the bathroom. Constance let Daniel's cock slip out of her messy cunt and rolled over next to him. She caressed his cheek and kissed him on the lips, happy to see a contented expression on his face. "A+ on the next test, right Danny?" Constance enjoyed the feeling of her eldest son inside her ass. "Yes, Mommy." ~o o~ Constance Goodenough wasn't the only single parent in Salem Valley. Hiram Van Heusen's wife left him 6 years earlier, something almost unheard of in the valley. She'd just woken up one day, left a goodbye note on the kitchen table, and drove his car down the only road out of Salem Valley. The car later turned up at the bus station near the warehouse. This left Hiram with their two daughters and a lot of questions. Their marriage was a happy one, so far as he could tell. He earned a good living operating the general store and the valley's only unofficial and unchartered bank. He was a good husband, never abusing her, and a good father to their children. They'd been talking about having another child, hopefully a son to take over the family businesses. After some suspicious whispers among the townspeople and a series of counseling sessions with Pastor Gilmore, it was decided that his wife just wanted to leave the valley for whatever reason. This happened from time to time, especially among those who'd received an education outside the valley, as Hiram's wife had, for her nursing degree. They'd just get a wanderlust and leave. Some eventually returned, finding life outside was not what they had imagined, but most just left and never returned, making a new life in a new town. At first, Hiram longed for companionship, but the rigors of running his businesses and taking care of two young girls occupied most of his time. He could occasionally find the time to visit the widow Sara Burroughs, ten years his senior, for a few moments of sexual release. But Hiram missed having someone share his bed, and seven years would have to pass before he could remarry. As the years passed and his daughters grew older, Hiram found he need not go so far afield for his satisfaction. It had started when Naomi was eight, climbing into his bed during a thunderstorm, followed by Jael, who was six at the time. Hiram wasn't thinking about anything other than how he missed having another warm body in bed with him. Naomi and Jael began to climb into bed with him more frequently, even when the weather was calm. On one hand, he loved the company, the feeling of two slumbering girls snuggled up against him. On the other hand, he wasn't able to satisfy himself as he was accustomed. But on a warm summer night, when the girls had gone to bed wearing only their panties, Hiram so urgently needed release that he began to stroke his erection, hoping the girls wouldn't wake up and see. "Daddy? Whatcha doing?" Hearing Naomi, now nine, ask that question made Hiram freeze. He desperately searched for an acceptable answer. "Daddy's giving himself pleasure, sweetheart," Hiram said, deciding that the truth was the best response. "Did Mommy do that for you?" "Sometimes," he replied. "Can I do that for you?" Naomi asked, so innocently. Hiram swallowed, his heart beating madly in his chest. "Sure, kitten," he replied. That was how it started four years earlier. Over those years, Hiram, now 40, had taught Naomi, now 13, and Jael, 11, everything there was to know about pleasing a man, pleasing themselves, and pleasing each other. In the meantime, his evenings with his daughters had evolved into something akin to a well-practiced ritual. Both of his daughters had their roles to play with only minor variations from night to night. "Hi, Daddy," Naomi and Jael said in unison. Hiram had just come from the shower and was wearing just a plush bathrobe. The girls were seated in his bed, and from the looks of their touseled hair and puffy lips, he knew that they'd been kissing and petting each other while they waited for him to emerge from the shower. "My pretty girls," Hiram said. "We missed you, Daddy," Naomi declared. She got up on her knees as he drew closer and untied his robe. At thirteen, her small breasts, held by a black lace bra with peekaboo nipples, were still growing. Wearing a matching pair of black lace crotchless panties, garter belt, and stockings, Hiram's eldest daughter was starting to resemble her mother, with her high cheekbones and long black hair. "Come to bed, Daddy," Jael said. His youngest daughter, a redhead like her father, wore a sheer white babydoll nightie with ruffled panties, open at the crotch. Jael reached out to take her father's cock in her hand, gently stroking it as it swelled. Hiram delighted at the lightness of his daughter's touch. He shrugged off the bathrobe and climbed into bed between his two girls, kneeling on the firm mattress. As owner of the general store, he had access to a whole range of consumer goods from his distributors, such as the lingerie his girls wore, the mattress he stood on, and the little blue pill he'd taken before his shower, the one that would keep his cock hard all night long. Without a word, the girls leaned over, Naomi taking his cock in her lipsticked mouth while Jael licked his testicles. Hiram regularly shaved his balls to heighten the sensation, and he loved the feeling of his little girl's tongue on his bare scrotum. Naomi sucked her father like a skilled professional. Holding the shaft of his penis in one hand, she tilted her head from side to side as she slid her lips and tongue up and down his cock. Hiram had given her a portable DVD player the year before and, along with the usual Disney fare and romantic comedies a teen girl would watch, he included some porn disks, both soft core and really raunchy. Naomi had learned how to suck a man's cock from watching round-breasted blondes doing it on the little screen. Jael had moved from her father's balls and was now behind him, her tongue probing Hiram's ass crack, rimming his hole. She'd been reluctant to do this at first, but as long as he was clean she didn't mind it so much. Besides, it made him come faster. Naomi could tell her father was close, and she began to suck him faster, harder, gently cupping and squeezing his balls. She knew the best way to make him come was to swirl her tongue over a spot on the underside of his shaft, right behind the tip of his penis, and soon enough she could feel him swell and throb in her mouth. Hiram began to spurt his thick seed down his daughter's throat, nearly doubling over as he came. As she'd been instructed time and time again, Naomi held his cum in her mouth, looking up at him and showing her father before swallowing his load. Hiram slowly sat down on the bed, his glistening cock growing soft. As he reached for his drink, scotch and water, the girls arranged themselves for the second act. Their father watched as they lay together, kissing and caressing each other, Jael playing with Naomi's nipples while her sister played with Jael's little pussy. After a few minutes of this, the girls moved around to lay head-to-toe and buried their faces between each other's thighs. The girls liked this part the best, and often made love this way even when not sharing their father's bed. Naomi's tongue found Jael's tiny clit, teasing it from its hiding place. Jael knew Naomi liked indirect stimulation, and used her tongue to swirl a circle around her sister's pearl. Hiram put down his drink and stretched out besides his two daughters, caressing their soft, smooth skin, cupping Naomi's little breasts, feeling Jael's chest with it's barest hint of buds beneath her nipples. He dipped his finger into Naomi's wet pussy, probing her tight passage as her sister lapped at her cleft. Naomi moaned when she felt her father's finger enter her, moving her pelvis slightly as he used his finger to open her flower. Then Hiram fondled Jael's young sex, still virginal. He'd take her there next year, when she turned twelve, just as he'd deflowered her sister. Hiram then moved his finger to Jael's puckered asshole, noting with pleasure that she'd squirted lubricant in her tight little hole. Their father's gentle touch brought the girls closer to their release. Jael was the first to start to come, urged on by her sister's relentless tongue lashing her clit. She moaned into Naomi's pussy, rocking her pelvis as her thighs quivered and pinned her sister's shoulders. Naomi kept licking away, bringing her sister to a second, more intense orgasm. Jael recovered somewhat and redoubled her effort as she licked Naomi's cleft. Now lashing her sister's pearl directly, she swirled her tongue over the teenager's swollen clit. Hiram played his part, too, using two fingers to saw in and out of his oldest daughter's spasming pussy. Naomi cried out as she came, her whole body shaking as she fell into the throes of her climax. Finally, she rolled on to her back, away from her sister's probing tongue. Now it was Jael's turn to take her father's cock. Without a word between them he lay on his back and she knelt over him, stroking his hardening shaft as she sucked the prominent head of Hiram's penis. Thanks to her tongue and the blue pill, Hiram's erection grew to its full length and girth. Naomi lay back against the head of the bed, ready for the next act. His bobbing cock preceding him, Hiram knelt between his daughter's legs and guided his penis into her wet pussy. She wrapped her stocking-clad legs around his waist as he began to thrust. "Oh, Daddy," Naomi said. "You feel so big inside me." Naomi began to recite her lines, some her father taught her, some she'd heard on various porn DVDs. Hiram replied with a grunt and continued to pump his daughter's pussy. "Mmmmm, Daddy...your cock feels so good." Jael's took her part in this act, playing with her sister's breasts while she fingered her own pussy. Naomi's pelvis rocked against her father's hips, meeting each thrust of his cock with a stroke of her own. Hiram began to fuck his daughter faster, pounding her messy twat with long, hard thrusts. "Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard!" Again, Hiram grunted in reply, looking down at his wanton daughter and watching his cock disappear into her tight little cunny. She kept it shaved, as per his wishes, two hairless lips framed by the black lace of her crotchless panties, with his thick shaft in between, glistening with her juices as it went in and out of her hungry hole. "Oh, Daddy...make me come...come for me, Daddy," she moaned. Naomi squeezed her vaginal muscles around her father's invading pole, closing her eyes as she felt her orgasm rising. Hiram pumped his daughter's tender pussy with powerful thrusts, making the bed shake and bang against the wall. She was on the verge of her climax when her father suddenly pulled his cock from her spasming sex and, after two quick strokes of his shaft, spurted his cum all over Naomi's heaving belly. "Ahhhhhh..." he exclaimed, shaking off the last drops of semen on to Naomi's creamy skin. Jael immediately used her mouth to clean the sperm from her father's softening cock, then she bent over her sister's body and licked up her father's cooling load. Naomi stroked her sister's soft red hair, wishing she'd lick her pussy, too. Hiram lay back against the bed's headboard and relaxed, finishing his scotch while Jael used a towel to finish cleaning her sister's semen-coated tummy. It took a little while for him to get it up again, so the sisters had time to relax and fetch their father another drink. For the final act of the evening's entertainment, Hiram lay back as both of his daughters curled up next to his thighs, two sets of lips and tongues working over his slumbering penis. He gently stroked their hair and skin as his cock slowly returned to life, sometimes taking sips of his drink. When he was hard again, Jael spoke her only line. "I want you in my ass, Daddy." Naomi stacked the pillows in the center of the bed and Jael lay across them, her ass jutting upwards and presenting her tight little hole for her father's pleasure. Then Naomi applied lubricant to her father's penis and her sister's ass, guiding his cock toward's Jael's slick passage. She helped her father enter her sister's bottom, stroking his shaft and cupping his balls to keep him hard. Jael was silent throughout this, gritting her teeth, waiting for the discomfort to fade. Slowly, Hiram's cock disappeared inside his daughter's hot little bottom, until his pubes tickled her soft, round cheeks. As Hiram began to slowly thrust in and out of his daughter's bottom, Naomi reached under Jael to rub her little clit with a slick lubed finger. Jael liked her sister's touch, and it made up for the discomfort of having her father's thick shaft stretch out her tender bottom. Soon Hiram was pumping Jael's tiny tush with short, quick strokes, holding her by the hips as he pounded his little daughter's ass. Naomi had Jael moaning by now, her finger busy at work on her sister's tiny clit. Naomi knew that making Jael come would make their father come soon after, and when her sister began to gasp and moan and tighten her bottom around Hiram's shaft, he stiffened and gave one last deep thrust, spurting the last of his creamy load inside his daughter's body. Hiram stayed inside Jael's ass until his cock softened and slipped out. Naomi fetched a warm, wet washcloth, gently cleaning off her father's penis and her sister's well-used bottom. While Hiram used the bathroom, the girls rearranged the bed and went to their room, where they changed out of their sexy lingerie and into pairs of soft cotton panties, like the ones they wore on that first night they crawled into their father's bed. Hiram was back from the bathroom when they returned to his bed. The girls lay on either side of their father, snuggling against them. Hiram kissed them both and turned out the lights. "Good night, girls." "Good night, Daddy," they replied. Dawn was about to break over the eastern hills when Naomi woke up. She reached over her sleeping father and shook Jael awake, holding her finger over her lips to keep her quiet. They listened to their father softly snore for a moment before carefully climbing out of bed. The girls tiptoed to their bedroom and quietly got dressed, slipping sweaters over their short dresses and putting on tights. They reached under their beds and pulled out backpacks they'd loaded the day before, filled with clothes, food, water, and money. Carrying their shoes, coats, and backpacks, Jael and Naomi slipped down the stairs and quietly left through the back door of the house. They walked around to the driveway, where the car was parked. Naomi had keys, unlocking the station wagon, and the girls got inside. The older girl tied a scarf around her head while her sister put on a big floppy hat. Naomi put the keys in the ignition and started the car. "You know how to drive this thing?" Jael asked. "Simon taught me," Naomi replied. "And I only had to fuck him twice." Satisfied that her sister knew what she was doing, Jael put on her shoulder belt and watched as Naomi put the car in reverse, backed out of the driveway, and shifted into drive, heading for the only road that led out of the valley. "Let's go find Mommy," Naomi said. ~o o~ © 2008 Anais Ninja anais.ninja.asstr@gmail.com anais_ninja@hotmail.com