Salem Valley Chapter Four © 2008 Anais Ninja anais.ninja.asstr@gmail.com anais_ninja@hotmail.com The news that Naomi and Jael Van Heusen had slipped a ground-up sleeping pill in their father's drink and then stole his car spread throughout the valley like wildfire. Hiram Van Heusen spent two hours in Pastor Gilmore's office, trying to explain that he'd never abused his daughters, though when he described their evening activities, the pastor grew doubtful. Taking a daughter's virginity was taboo, and it seemed as if Van Heusen had done just that. A search party was hastily organized and the valley was combed for any trace of the girls, on the assumption that they had simply gone joyriding. Meanwhile, Amos Timmons and Aaron Smith were dispatched in the Timmons family pickup truck, heading for the nearest bus station, in the town where the valley's warehouse was located. The pastor doubted they'd get far in Van Heusen's car, a station wagon with a half tank of gas. But that was enough fuel to get them close to Sacramento, and if they managed to reach that city they'd never be found. The valley's school was all abuzz with rumors about the girls, innuendoes of mistreatment at their father's hands, of beatings and brutality, of bizarre sexual practices. Naomi and Jael had largely kept to themselves, preferring each other's company, so information about their home life was pretty thin. Only Simon Smith knew anything approaching the truth. He'd taught Naomi how to drive, during the course of which she'd revealed some of what Hiram Van Heusen did with the girls. He'd fucked her once behind the barn in return for driving lessons, but after she'd told him about her father he didn't ask for anything in return, though Naomi slept with him again after the last lesson. She thought he was really sweet. Now Simon kept his own counsel, not telling anyone about his role in this drama. What's more, from talking with Naomi during the lessons, he had a good idea of where they were headed. Naomi spoke of a friend of her mother's, someone she'd known in nursing school and who had been in touch with her mother from time to time. Naomi had some old letters and Christmas cards her mother's friend had sent, and from the envelopes she had a return address. Naomi pinned all her hopes that the address was still good and that her mother's friend knew where the girls' mother was. All the hubbub about Naomi and Jael made Charity Smith mad. She'd intended to ask a group of boys to meet her at the cabin after school, no other girls around, and take them on one or two at a time. But everyone was either talking about the girls or looking for them and it seemed like nobody had time to fuck poor little Charity's mouth and ass. Depressed and horny, she walked over to the Cunningham house. Hope's mother said she was in the barn, doing after-school chores. When Charity entered the barn, she heard a strange sound coming from the back, where the goats were penned. It sounded like someone moaning. Quietly she walked to the last stall in the back. Charity was about to call out for Hope when she saw her in the gloom, lying on her back on a wooden bench on which a rough blanket had been draped. Hope was naked, the billy goat on top of her, stabbing her pussy with his long, thin cock while his furry belly rubbed against her milky white skin. It was obvious that Hope was really getting into it, her legs pressed against the goat's flanks, urging him to fuck her. A thin liquid was pouring out of her bald cunny, and Hope's head was thrown back, a look of ecstacy on her face. Charity was about to leave when a huge gush of liquid poured from the goat's cock into Hope's messy snatch. Then the goat dismounted the girl and returned to the trough of fodder, noisily chewing as its softening penis dripped fluid. Hope sighed softly and opened her eyes. "Charity!" Reflexively, Hope slid off of the bench and wrapped the blanket around her body. "Hope! What the hell...?" "Don't tell anyone," Hope pleaded. "I won't," Charity said, opening the gate to the stall and slipping inside. She knelt next to her friend and picked a piece of straw from her hair. "What were you doing?" "What did it look like?" Hope said, defensively. "Look, this is only the second time..." "Whatever," Charity said. "Was it good?" "Oh, totally," Hope giggled. "Except for the smell. And this." Hope pulled the blanket away and revealed her reddened pussy, still leaking goat semen. "Wow," Charity said. "You think he'd put it in my butt?" "Maybe," Hope replied. "Pussy might be easier." "I ain't losin' my cherry to a goat," Charity declared. "Did you...?" "Nah, tore it with my finger," Hope said. "Oh. Do you have to blow him first?" "No way I'd put that in my mouth," Hope said. "You just have to pee a little first, then he mounts you." "Weird." "Yeah, I know. Wanna try him?" "Got any lotion?" "He kinda makes his own," Hope said. That was when Charity decided to go for it. Hope helped her undress, folding her dress and panties neatly and placing them with her own. Then she put the blanket back on the bench. "Just squat right there and pee a little," Hope said. Charity did just that, getting the billy goat's attention. Hope held the goat back until Charity could position herself on the bench, then she helped the animal mount her friend's back, being careful not to hit the girl with a hoof. The goat tried to force entry into Charity's pussy, but Hope guided the long, thin organ towards Charity's ass. As the goat's cock hardened, semen began leaking from the tip, lubricating the girl's bottom. Hope got the penis positioned just so, and the thin tip penetrated her friend's tight little bottom. The goat kept pushing until he was buried in Charity's hungry hole. "Ahhhh, fuuuucckk," Charity hissed. The initial discomfort of a dry goat cock soon passed as her asshole moistened with goat cum and began to loosen up. She buried her hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy, now dripping with goat goo. Charity hardly had to move her hand; the goat's powerful thrusts did the work for her, pushing her pussy back and forth over her fingers. "Uh...uh...uh...uh..." Charity let out a little moan with every thrust of the goat's cock. She could feel his semen filling her, dripping out of her ass, coating her tender pussy. As with Hope the night before, the nastiness and naughtiness of this act made her tingle inside, and between that and the friction of her fingers against her clit, she began to come hard. Hope watched her friend climax, six inches of goat cock stuffing her bottom, and felt a tingle of her own. She'd have to try that some time. The goat gave one last thrust and backed itself off Charity, its cock still dripping its thin semen. Hope quickly placed a bucket behind the bench and helped Charity, who was still trembling and shaking, squat over it. Nearly a quart of cum and what looked like shit poured out of Charity's gaping asshole. Charity was shivering, so Hope wrapped the blanket around her friend. When she'd finally emptied her ass, Charity let out a long sigh and lay on the straw covering the floor of the stall. "I wanted to get fucked up at the cabin," Charity said. "But this was pretty good." After Charity regained her strength, she and Hope cleaned each other off with rags, got dressed, and finished up the rest of Hope's chores, talking about Naomi and Jael the whole time. "Prudence said she listened outside pastor's door when their father was in there," Hope said. "What did she hear?" "Van Heusen took Naomi's cherry and fucked her 'bout every night." "No way." "Hope to die," Hope said, crossing her chest. "What about Jael?" Charity asked. "Stuck it in her butt, mostly." "Well, yeah," Charity said. "She has a nice one." "Yeah, she does," Hope said. After talking for a while, Charity headed for home, hoping no one would notice the smell. She'd have to take a quick shower before dinner. In time, she thought, the whole Jael and Naomi situation would settle down and Charity would get royally fucked up at the cabin. But a new thought entered her head: why was she keeping her cherry? Hope lost hers, Naomi's father took hers. Charity ached to get fucked proper. She wondered who could help her. ~o o~ Amos Timmons and Aaron Smith arrived at the warehouse just before dark. They'd stopped at the bus station, a few gas stations, and some convenience stores and fast food joints, asking if anyone had seen Naomi and Jael or the Van Heusen station wagon. No one had. After a few hours of searching, they called the pastor from a pay phone. He advised them to spend the night at the warehouse and call in the morning for further instructions. With a load of fast food and beer, Amos and Aaron banged on the warehouse door. The bolts slid back and Issac Reinhart appeared. He let them in. On the bed was a half-dressed teenage girl. She had a dark complexion, long straight black hair, and was dressed in a bra and a miniskirt. A skimpy blouse lay on the bed next to her. She looked up at the three young men as they entered the shack. "Who's that?" Aaron asked Isaac. "That's Tina," Isaac replied. "Where'd you find her?" Aaron asked. "Down at the video store," Isaac replied. "She sucks dicks in the peep show stalls." "How old are you?" Amos asked the girl. "Fourteen," she replied. "Shit," Amos said. He wanted to tell this skinny little whore to get lost, but they were going to be stuck at the warehouse all night. "How much?" Aaron asked the girl. "Ten for a BJ, 20 to fuck, 30 for a half-and-half, 50 to stick it in my butt," she replied in a tired tone of voice. "I'll do all three of you for $100." "Can you give us a minute?" Aaron said. "Sure," Tina replied. "Where's your bathroom at?" "Out the door, take a left," Isaac said. "And don't touch nothin'." "I know, I know," Tina said, picking up her small purse and glaring at Isaac. "You already tole me that." She headed out the door of the shack. "You pick up their trail?" Isaac asked Amos. "Nope," he replied. "They're good as gone. Pastor told us to hole up here for the night and call in the morning." "What the hell happened?" Isaac asked. "Word is their father took their cherries," Aaron said. "Naomi's at least. Maybe it's just in their blood, like their mother." "What happens if you find them?" Isaac popped open a beer. "Dunno, Isaac," Amos said. "Hadn't thought about that." "Pastor made sure we had rope in the truck before we left," Aaron said. "Guess he's done some thinking," Isaac said. Tina returned from the bathroom, noticibly brighter, thanks to the rock of crack she'd just smoked. While the boys ate their burgers, Isaac offered her some french fries, but she declined. She did take a beer and stretched out on the bed while the boys finished eating. Afterwards, the boys popped some beers and pooled their money. Between the three of them, plus a few bucks from the money in the warehouse cashbox, petty cash kept around for food and beverages, they had enough to keep Tina around for the night. Aaron rolled a joint and Isaac called Tina over to the card table. "You can suck on this now," Isaac said, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling Tina on to his lap. "Why do you get to go first?" Aaron asked. "Cuz I found her. That's why," Isaac replied. Amos nodded at Aaron and the matter was dropped. Tina reached into Isaac's jeans and fished out his cock, kneading it between her palms until it hardened. Then she dropped to the floor and began to suck him noisily. Amos went over to the TV/VCR and popped in a porn tape while Aaron passed the joint and sucked down his beer. As would befit someone who sucks dick for a living, Tina was quite skilled. Her business was based on volume, so she put her best effort into getting Isaac to come quickly. Slobbering over his hard penis, she stroked his glistening shaft, slick with her saliva, while she bathed the head of his prick with her tongue. Isaac obliged by coming quickly, filling the little whore's mouth with his sperm. She swallowed every drop, milking his cock skillfully with her fingers. "I'm next," Amos declared, dropping his trousers. "Lemme have a cigarette first," Tina replied, fishing in her purse for a pack of Newports. Aaron lit her cigarette and then another joint. By the time Tina finished her Newport, they were all pretty wasted. Tina knelt between Amos's knees and, while he watched the porn flick, she made short work of his cock, draining him quickly. Another Newport later, she was working on Aaron, who laid in bed and sipped his beer while Tina blew him. While the boys rested up for the next round, Tina pulled out a tiny glass bottle and a small glass pipe. The boys watched as she broke up a little yellowish rock, put a pinch in the pipe, and lit it, inhaling the acrid, plastic-smelling smoke. "What's that?" Amos asked. "Crack," Tina replied. "What's it like?" Aaron asked. "You wanna hit?" "Sure," he said. Tina handed him the pipe and lit it for him. Aaron inhaled the smoke and held it, exhaling a moment later. "Oooh...fuck yeah," he declared. "That's the shit." "Lemme have some," Isaac said. "Hey, I only got a little," Tina protested. "We'll get some more," Isaac said. "Come on." "You take me to get another rock and I'll let you have a taste," Tina said. "But you buyin'." "Deal," Isaac said. He took a hit off of the pipe. Amos did the same. A few minutes later Aaron and Tina left with money from the cashbox to score some more. Amos thought that they wouldn't return, or that Tina would find a way to shake Aaron, keeping the money they'd gave her for a night's worth of sex, but she and Aaron returned within the hour. Tina showed Aaron how to break up the rock, load the pipe, and cook it with the lighter. She and the boys smoked some more crack and chased it with another joint. Smoking made her feel hot, so she stripped down to her bra and panties, sitting in Isaac's lap. Aaron had bought a flask of whiskey while they were out, so they did shots and chased them with beers. By this time, Isaac had Tina's bra off, and was playing with her barely A-cup titties. He was horny again, carrying Tina over to the bed and stripping off her thong panties. Isaac stepped out of his jeans and boxers and knelt on the bed while Tina sucked him, making him hard. He pushed her back and mounted her, stuffing his cock into her moist pussy. She gave him a wild ride, bucking and thrashing underneath him, undulating her pelvis, swivelling her hips, doing everything she could to bring him off. Having already come once, Isaac lasted for a while, but Tina's wildcat act had him coming in no time. Tina had another puff on the pipe and a cigarette before Amos and Aaron took her back to the bed, positioning her on her hands and knees. Amos didn't want to stick his dick in another man's cum, so he took her mouth again. Aaron didn't care one way or another, so he got sloppy seconds in Tina's pussy. Extra lubrication was what he thought about the load Isaac shot up her twat. He was happy enough to get some honest-to-goodness pussy. Charity's ass and mouth were fine, to be sure, but sometimes a man wants some twat. While the Aaron and Amos banged Tina fore and aft, Isaac watched, taking the occasional hit on the crack pipe. He'd never felt like this before, euphoric, invincible. Pot and booze usually left him lethargic, leaden, but this was a whole different buzz. While Tina sucked on Amos's crank, Aaron banged away at her pussy, making it emit sloppy wet sucking sounds as he stirred up her juices and Isaac's spunk. He groped under Tina's body for her titties, cupping them and pinching her nipples as he pumped her messy hole. Tina never, ever came with a client. Sure, she'd fake it, just to get them to come faster. But her head was always elsewhere, far away from where her body was, far from the client, usually with the help of some rock. It was different this time. These farmboys were treating her pretty well, downright polite compared to what she was used to. Hell, that Aaron boy even opened the door of his truck for her. They offered her food, gave her beer and pot, bought her some rock. It was sort of sweet. So Tina found herself in a strange situation. She was getting off with a client. Only her sometime boyfriend Antwane had ever made her come, but these two farmboys with their sturdy white cocks were about to do it, too. She could feel it gnawing in her belly, that feeling that only Antwane's mocha penis had given her. Suddenly it hit her and she had to take her mouth off of Amos's cock. "Fuck yeah," she shouted. "Fuck me...fuck me papi...oh fuck...oh God..." Tina began to convulse into a mix of cries and moans, Spanish and English, and her messy hole spasmed around Aaron's pumping cock. He pounded her harder, making her come again and again. Amos stroked his cock and watched, enjoying the sight of the little whore coming on Aaron's cock. Salem Valley girls never came like that. This was more like a porn movie. It didn't take long for Aaron to add his load to Isaac's, filling Tina's spasming pussy with his cum. Tina's face was buried in the mattress by this time, so Amos lifted her by the chin and erupted on her face, spurting thick ropes of semen on her coffee skin. Tina opened her mouth and caught most of his load, but the rest covered her nose and chin, dripping on the dingy sheets. Amos handed her a towel, put on his boxers, and got another beer, followed by Aaron, leaving Tina on the bed, panting in exhaustion. "Hell of a mouth on that one," Isaac said. In time, Tina caught her breath and recovered her strength. She threw a sheet around her naked body and sat down on the card table. Isaac, Aaron, and Amos were discussing the Naomi and Jael situation. "How old are they?" Tina asked. "That's really none of your business," Isaac said. "No, wait," Amos countered. "Thirteen and eleven." "Huh," Tina muttered, thinking it over. "Was it their papi?" "What do you mean?" Aaron asked. "I mean was their papi...um, father doing them?" "Kinda, yeah," Amos said. "That's why I left home," Tina said. "He wasn't my real papi, just some guy my mama hooked up with. He took my cherry when I was ten." "What'd you do then?" Amos asked. "Tole my mama. She didn't believe me. Put up with it for two years and split." "Where'd you go?" Amos asked. "Just hit the streets. I wanted to go to LA, where my mama had some family, but the bus won't sell tickets to kids." "Where'd you sleep?" Aaron asked. "Squats, mostly. Where people stay, no rent. Then I hooked up with Antwane, who got his own place." "Antwane?" Isaac asked. "Kinda my boyfriend, but I pay rent to stay there," Tina said. "Your two girls, they on foot? Take a bus?" "Stole their father's car," Amos said. "Oh, snap. They be anywhere," Tina said. "Sacramento, San Fran." "Yeah, we kinda figured," Aaron said. "Best they find family, friends," Tina said. "Streets ain't too friendly for little white girls." "Shit," Amos muttered. "Hey, don't you worry now, hon," Tina said. "I'm sure they gonna turn up. Cops lookin' for them, right?" "Right," Amos said. The pastor had been adamant in insisting that the police not get involved. "So no worries," Tina said, putting more rock in the pipe. "No worries," Amos repeated. "Smoke up, yo," Tina said, taking a hit off of the crack pipe. "I'll do all y'all at the same time." After more crack, more pot, more shots and beer, Tina was back on the bed, stradling Issac's hips, his big, hard cock buried deep inside the teen's sloppy cunt. Aaron knelt by her head, feeding her his thick member. And behind Tina was Amos, a bottle of lotion in his hand, greasing up his pole. He steadied himself against the girl's skinny ass, slowly forcing his cock up her poop chute. "Fuck...shit..." Tina cursed as Amos's tool wormed its way up her tight little ass. No stranger to anal sex, Tina stopped riding Isaac long enough to relax her hole, letting Amos slip his greasy dick up her ass. Antwane preferred her bottom hole, fucking her in the ass just about every night. Tina had to get used to it or find another place to stay. Once Amos was balls deep in the teen's shitter, she resumed the rocking motion of her hips and took Aaron back in her mouth. Tina had three young men inside her, three stout cocks filling her holes. She felt like a porn star, letting these boys use her body for their pleasure, and her pleasure, too. While Antwane preferred her ass, he usually came too soon in her pussy. And speed was always the essence of dealing with most clients. But these boys had staying power, especially Isaac, the youngest one. She rode his hard cock, concentrating on how it felt, while Amos and Aaron fucked her other holes. His thick cock touched her in places no one else had, and it felt really good. She began moaning around Aaron's cock, careful not to graze him with her teeth. Amos was banging away at her ass, his thrusts pushing her on and off Isaac's cock. Tina was in the center of a writhing mass of flesh, trisected by cocks. Aaron was the first to come, erupting in Tina's mouth. He pulled out and stroked out the rest of his load, giving the teen a cum facial. Some of his load dripped on Isaac's shoulder, earning him a disgusted "Dude! What the fuck?" "Sorry," Aaron said sheepishly as he batted Tina in the face with his cock. She laughed and caught the head of his cock between her lips, cleaning it with her tongue. Amos was next, unable to resist the supple tightness of Tina's bottom. He grunted and thrust deeply inside her hole, letting go of the last of his sperm for the night. He pulled out of her ass and wiped off his dick with a rag. That left Issac, last cock standing. Now that he was no longer sharing Tina, he bounced her up and down with his strong hips, making her small breasts jiggle. Tina threw her head back and began to cry out as Isaac went deeper and deeper in her messy hole. Then he flipped her on her back and began to pound her from on top, pumping her soaking pussy with his glistening and hard shaft. "Oh...oh...oh...oh God...oh fuck..." Tina's body turned to jelly as she came, quivering and shaking beneath Isaac. At first, it seemed like he'd last forever, but the shuddering body of the teenaged crack whore under him drew out his orgasm. With a bullish grunt, Isaac came, pumping his hot spunk into Tina's well-used twat. He pulled out his softening cock and left her there, lying on the bed in a daze. Her last thought before she fell asleep was to wonder what it would be like to be a farm girl. ~o o~ Jacob Reinhart waited in the tool shed behind his family's barn. Earlier in the day, he'd caught up with Rebecca Ingersoll at school and they made plans to meet at the shed that afternoon, when everyone else would be busy searching the valley for some sign of Naomi and Jael. The shed was fairly spacious, housing various farm implements and tools, including the yokes and harnesses once used for oxen and horses in the days before farming became mechanized. It was also one where Jacob hid things, under loose floorboards and behind workbenches. The door creaked open, catching Jacob by surprise. It was Rebecca, in a short pink dress with little white polka-dots. She smiled when she saw him and ran up to give him a kiss. They retired to the back of the shed, away from the windows, where Jacob had made a makeshift bed from burlap sacks and tarpaulins. "You left these in the woods yesterday," he said, pulling Rebecca's yellow cotton panties out from under a tarp. "I wondered what happened to these," she said, accepting the undies from Jacob. "Thanks." "And I got you these," he added, pulling out a pair of frilly ruffled panties, pink satin with frothy white lace trim. "They were my sister's." "Wow, thanks," Rebecca said. "They're pretty." "Try them on." "Okay," she said. She reached under the hem of her dress and pulled down her pink cotton panties, carefully stepping out of them. Then she took the ruffled undies and pulled them on, lifting her dress up and looking down at them. Charity Reinhart had worn them when she was eight, so they were a bit snug, accentuating Rebecca's bottom and cleft. "They're really nice," she said, sitting down next to Jacob. He took her hand in his and they kissed, less awkwardly than their first the day before. They stretched out on the makeshift bed and began kissing and caressing each other. Jacob slipped his hand under Rebecca's dress and ran his hand over her frilly panty-clad bottom. He was glad she liked the panties. "Can I lick on you?" Jacob asked Rebecca. "Let's lick on each other," she said. "Like yesterday." "Okay," he said. They quickly undressed, and though it took some doing to find the right position, soon they were head to toe, faces buried between thighs. As Jacob began to probe Rebecca's cleft with his tongue, she took his stiff little dick in her mouth and began to suck him. Jacob remembered where her secret spot was, and had no trouble teasing out her little clitoris from its hiding place. He could feel Rebecca start to moan as she sucked him, her tongue swirling around his shaft and cockhead, her fingers fondling his tight little ball sac. Rebecca loved the way Jacob's tongue felt on her bald little pussy. It was much better than her finger, and she was glad that she didn't have to tell him where or how to lick on her. Even better, she had his little cock in her mouth, too, and she hoped she was making him feel as good as he was making her feel. She liked the way his penis danced and throbbed between her lips, a living part of the young boy. It occurred to her that it might feel good inside her tiny pussy, rubbing her insides like a finger. Jacob's tongue lashed the little girl's clit, swirling over it again and again, stopping only to run his tongue down her hairless lips to probe her tight hole. Jacob wondered what it would feel like to stick his dick inside her tiny pussy, to push it in and out like he'd seen his father do to his mother. He was imagining himself on top of Rebecca, humping her hairless twat when his dick started to tingle and twitch. The feeling began to rise from his balls and suddenly he came, pushing his cock deep inside Rebecca's mouth before withdrawing. Rebecca knew when Jacob had his orgasm, and without his cock in her mouth, it gave her a chance to concentrate on her own pleasure. She closed her eyes and imagined him on top of her, his cock sliding in and out of her little pussy, his bottom pumping as he fucked her. She was thinking about how she'd squeeze his ass, urging him to pound her hole when she came, pressing her cunny against Jacob's wet face. "Uh...uh...uh...yeah..." Jacob kept his tongue glued to her clit, licking up and down, left and right, until she finally pulled away from him. He wiped off his face with his shirt sleeve and scooted around so that they were now face to face. Rebecca smiled and kissed him. "That was good," she whispered. "Yeah, I liked it, too." "Do you wanna put it in me?" Rebecca said. "In your bottom?" "No, in my cunny hole." "Yeah, sure," Jacob said. This was too good to be true. Rebecca lay on her back, her legs spread, and Jacob knelt between them. He was still hard, and he aimed his cock at her rubbery labia. She was quite wet from his licking and he easily slid between her lips. But finding her hole was a bit harder. Jacob gripped his penis, trying to find the right angle. Too late, Rebecca remembered the conversation in the kitchen the other day. This would hurt, and there might be blood. But she still wanted to do this. Jacob seemed like he was having trouble finding her hole, so she reached down and took his hand, showing him the right place. So far, there was no pain, and he slipped inside her easily. Then she felt him hit some kind of barrier. Jacob could feel something blocking his way. Must be her cherry, he thought. He pushed his hips, seeing Rebecca wince with pain. With one hard thrust, he took her cherry, and she let out a sharp cry. "Did that hurt?" he asked. "A little," she lied. It hurt a lot when he broke her hymen, but now it was just a dull ache. "Want me to stop?" "Just wait a bit," she said. If she could get past the pain, there might be some pleasure afterwards. Jacob held his hips motionless, but he couldn't resist and started slowly thrusting into Rebecca's little cunny. It wasn't as tight as her bottom, but it felt even better, warm and soft and wet. Rebecca put her hands on Jacob's ass cheeks, not to urge him deeper but to keep him from going too fast or too hard. It still hurt, but there was a good feeling there, too, a spot inside her rubbing against his cock. It wasn't intense as having her clit licked, but nice all the same. Rebecca remembered watching grown-ups fucking and started to move her hips against Jacob like they did. This made it feel even better. Jacob began to pump Rebecca's pussy harder, his young body flexing as he fucked her tiny twat. He looked down and watched his cock disappear inside her and saw a spot of blood on his shaft. He knew girls bled when you popped their cherries, so it didn't worry him. He just hoped she didn't bleed too much and stain the tarps. Rebecca decided that she liked this a lot. The pain was almost gone, replaced by a dreamy feeling, like she was floating. Jacob felt good inside her, as if they were one flesh. She liked the way his ass muscles flexed and relaxed with every thrust. He looked so cute, an expression of rapt concentration on his face. She pulled him down on top of her and kissed him, running her hands over his smooth back. That's when it hit her, a stealthy orgasm that snuck up on her and took her by surprise. She wrapped her legs around her young lover and tried to take him even deeper inside of her. Jacob was in heaven. He was fucking pretty little Rebecca. She seemed to like it too, despite that initial pain. The way she pulled him closer and kissed him, the way she came under him. He wanted it to go on forever, but the way her pussy spasmed and contracted around his dick was too much. He had a brief but intense orgasm that left him so sensitive down there that he had to pull out. Jacob lay down on the tarp next to Rebecca, tired but happy. They held each other and kissed. After Rebecca left for home, he noticed that she'd left behind the yellow panties again. He stuffed them in his pocket and put away the tarps. There was a small spot of blood on one of them, but nothing too noticable. Then he ran inside for dinner. ~o o~ Naomi and Jael pulled into the rest stop after sunset. Naomi had a bit of a problem: she couldn't find the switch for the headlights. Jael rummaged through the glove compartment for the owner's manual, but it was missing. Finally, Naomi found the switch, but the girls decided to stop for the night anyway. They ate some of the food they'd brought, peanut butter sandwiches and an apple. Jael wanted to eat at a restaurant, but they had to save what little money they had. It had been a long day and the girls were weary. Naomi and Jael folded the back seat of the station wagon and stretched out in the back. There was a blanket under the front seat and they huddled beneath it with their winter coats on top, trying to stay warm. "I can't sleep," Jael said. "What's the matter?" Naomi asked. "I need a come," Jael replied. "So use your fingers." "Can you do it for me?" Naomi sighed and pulled her sister closer, embracing her from behind so that they were nestled like spoons. She reached under the hem of Jael's dress and slipped her hand inside her sister's tights and panties, fingering her to a quick and quiet orgasm. When she started to pull her hand out from between Jael's legs, the younger girl stopped her. "Keep it there, Naomi," she said. "Feels good." "Okay," her sister said. At least her fingers would be warm. "What do you think Daddy's doing right now?" Jael asked. "I don't know," Naomi replied. "Maybe eating dinner." "Are we doing the right thing?" "Yeah," Naomi declared. "We gotta find Mom." She held her sister tight and kissed her neck. Then they slept. In the dim light of dawn, the girls decided to spend some of their money on a hot breakfast. They entered the fast food restaurant in the rest area. Naomi and Jael had never bought food at a restaurant before. Naomi watched the other diners ordering and paying for their food, and carefully studied the menu before stepping up to the counter. She bought a couple of egg and cheese muffins and an order of home fries to split, coffee for her, milk for Jael. "These eggs taste funny," Jael said. "Don't think they're real eggs," Naomi said, washing down a bit with some watery coffee. Having eaten farm fresh food all their lives, what they were eating could hardly be called "food". But they were hungry and ate everything down to the last crumb. They needed more gas in order to get where they were going, but that was easier said than done. For one thing, Naomi didn't look old enough to drive. And she'd never pumped gas at a gas station, since the residents of Salem Valley used a communal fuel pump run by a town cooperative. She and Jael stayed in the restaurant for a while, watching other people fill their tanks at the self-serve station. Then Naomi came up with a plan. Naomi pulled the car up to the pumps while Jael got out and walked up to the booth. "Can I have $20 of gas, please?" Jael asked, sliding the bill under the plexiglas window. "I can't sell gas to a kid," the attendant said. "Have your mom come up here." "She can't," Jael said. "She can't?" "She can't." "Why not?" "Because she's got a zit as big as a pumpkin and she don't want no one to see it," Jael said. The teenaged attendant laughed and nodded. "Which pump?" he asked. "Which pump?" "What number?" the attendant said. Jael hadn't known the pumps were numbered. "That one," she said, pointing to the wagon. "Okay," he said. "Tell your mom to pop that zit." "I will," Jael laughed. Naomi was already out of the car, wearing a scarf and sunglasses that, she hoped, made her look older. When the pump lit up, she removed the nozzle and filled up the car's tank. The rest area had a tourism center that sold maps. The maps in the wagon were more than twenty years old, so Naomi bought an up-to-date highway map and a street map of Sacramento, while Jael bought snacks from the vending machines. Suitably armed, the girls hit the road. "I wonder what she's like?" Jael asked. "What who's like?" Naomi countered. "Mom's friend from school." "We'll either find out or we won't," Naomi said. The girls reached Sacramento around mid-afternoon, but by the time they found the address of their mother's friend it was just around dinnertime. They pulled up to the apartment building and Naomi managed to nose into a parking space -- Simon hadn't taught her parallel parking. The drive through the city was both scary and awesome. Neither girl had seen such big buildings in real life. They entered the lobby and found a different name on the buzzer. "Maybe she got married," Naomi said before ringing the bell. A garbled voice rang out on the intercom. "Who there?" "We're looking for Dorothy Myers," Naomi said. "She moved." "Do you know where she went?" "Try the super." "Who?" "The superintendant. In 1G." "Thanks," Naomi said. She rang the bell for 1G, and a man's voice answered. When she asked where she could find Dorothy Myers there was no answer. Instead, a stocky older man appeared at the lobby door. "You looking for Dorothy?" he asked. "Yes, she was friends with our mother," Naomi replied. "She move out last year," the man said. He had a thick accent. "Do you know where she went?" Naomi asked. "I have address. Come in." The girls followed the man down the hall to his apartment. Something fragrant was cooking on the stove, and Naomi's mouth began to water. The man went to a messy desk covered with books and papers, rummaging around in a drawer until he came up with a small notebook bound with a rubber band. He leafed through pages until he came up with a name, address, and phone number, which he wrote down on a piece of scrap paper. "You friend look hungry," the super said to Naomi. "She's my sister," she replied. "Ah. You want dinner? I make goulash." "No thanks," Naomi said. "Our dad's waiting for us in the car." "Ah, okay. Tell Dorothy that Laszlo say 'Hi'." "I will, thanks," Naomi said. After six years in nursing, Dorothy Myers had gone back to school, earned a masters degree in social work, and entered into a position at the county hospital. It was both rewarding and taxing work. She saw families in crisis, saw people on the worst days of their lives, but also rescued children in peril and sheltered adults from abusive spouses. Now she had two runaway kids on her doorstep. "Come in, come in," she said, ushering the girls into her condo. "Thank you," Naomi said. Once Dorothy had the girls settled on the couch with plates of chicken and rice and glasses of milk, she listened intently as Naomi told their story. Dorothy was tempted to utter "My God!" more than once, especially when Naomi got to the part about their father's evening activities and the sexy lingerie he'd buy them. She asked Naomi some questions about the valley, how many families lived there, whether any authorities were present, what the school was like. Dorothy could just not believe that an entire valley had fallen through the cracks. "So, you'll help us find our mother?" Naomi said. "I'll do my best," Dorothy replied. "But we have to get you into intake." "What's that?" Jael asked. "You'll have to be placed with a foster family, at least temporarily, until we can locate your mother," Dorothy explained. "We'll be together, Naomi and me?" Jael asked. "Yes, we don't separate siblings," Dorothy said. "Can we stay here with you?" Naomi asked. "I don't think that would be appropriate," Dorothy said. "I need to make some calls. Back in a sec." By the time she returned from the kitchen, the girls were gone. Twenty minutes later, Naomi called Dorothy from a pay phone. "We don't want to stay with the Fosters," Naomi said, unaware of what the phrase "foster family" meant. "Naomi, it's the law," Dorothy countered. "I'd lose my job if I didn't help you." "We just want to find our mom," Naomi said. Dorothy Myers thought about this. She needed the cooperation of Naomi and Jael in order to launch an investigation of what was going on among the people of this strange valley. She realized that this might outweigh proper procedure, at least for the time being. Her mind raced as she tried to think of some acceptable alternative to putting the girls in the system. "Okay, Naomi," Dorothy said. "I'm going to ask a friend to put you up for the night. Call me back in fifteen minutes." When Naomi called back, Dorothy gave her the address of a friend of hers, a physician's assistant who worked at the county hospital. Armed with directions, Naomi and Jael arrived at the PA's house a half hour later. The PA settled the girls down in a guest room and called Dorothy to tell her the girls were safe. ~o o~ © 2008 Anais Ninja anais.ninja.asstr@gmail.com anais_ninja@hotmail.com