Salem Valley Chapter Seven © 2008 Anais Ninja anais.ninja.asstr@gmail.com anais_ninja@hotmail.com Aaron Smith had just been dropped off by Amos Timmons at his family's house. It had been a wild couple of days, starting with the search for Naomi and Jael Van Heusen, then with that night with Tina, and finally with the little crack whore showing up at the warehouse all battered and bruised. He wanted to unwind, relax, and he hoped Charity was home to help. Tina had been a hot little number, but he missed his sister's warm mouth and tight ass. After saying hi to his mother in the kitchen and drinking a tall glass of milk, he went upstairs. Charity's bedroom was empty, but he thought he heard her voice coming from the room he shared with Luke. He opened the door and saw the two of them in Luke's bed, covered with a blanket. Charity was on top of him, and her ass was moving up and down, up and down. Luke was the first to notice his brother's presence. "Shit," he said. "Aaron..." Charity froze on top of her brother and turned her head, her eyes wide. "Holy shit," Aaron said. "Holy motherfuckin' shit." "Aaron...I...I'm..." Luke stammered; He'd seen his brother's wrath a few times. No doubt he'd be royally pissed that Luke had gotten Charity's cherry. "Settle down, Luke," Aaron said, sitting on the bed next to the coupling siblings. "I ain't pissed. Ain't pissed at all." He clapped his brother on the shoulder. Luke began to relax. "So long as this ass is mine," Aaron said, grabbing Charity's little bottom through the blanket. Charity let out a little squeak as her brother goosed her. "Did ya find Naomi?" Charity asked. Luke was still hard inside her, and she was slowly rocking her hips, keeping him erect and in her pussy. "Nah, wild goose chase," Aaron said. "Pastor had us hole up at the warehouse, just in case." "Didja bring me anything?" Charity asked. "Sorry, sis," Aaron said. "Didn't have the time. But I got this here." Aaron pulled out a little brown bottle with a yellowish rock inside. "What's that?" Luke asked. "Crack cocaine," Aaron replied. When he'd taken Tina out to score that night, he'd bought a few for himself. Tina showed him a convenience store that sold glass pipes, so he bought one of those, too. Now, sitting on Luke's bed, he pulled out the pipe, scraped some rock into it, and lit it. Charity curled up her nose at the acrid smell. But then Aaron gave her a hit, and every nerve ending in her body started to tingle. The rush left her nearly dizzy. Luke's cock felt huge inside her. Aaron opened a window a bit and gave Luke a hit before finishing the pipe and lighting a joint as a chaser. He pulled the blanket off of Charity and Luke, watching their languid movements while they smoked the joint. The sight of his brother's cock sliding into Charity's hairless cunny made Aaron's cock feel like a lead bar in his pants. "Mind if I get in on this?" Aaron said. "Go for it, bro," Luke said. It wasn't like he was going to say no. Aaron took off his shoes, jeans, and boxers, grabbing the bottle of lubricant from the top drawer of his dresser and sitting down on the bed next to his sister and brother. Charity's ass looked so good, slowly rising and falling as her stretched-out cunny engulfed and released Luke's glistening cock. He poured a drop of lube down the crack of her ass, working it into her puckered little hole with his finger. "Oooohhh..." Charity moaned as Aaron penetrated her tight ass. It now dawned on her what Aaron intended to do, and she wondered if her little body could accomodate two big cocks at once. She figured she'd soon find out, for better or worse. Luke could feel pressure inside his sister's pussy as Aaron slipped a second slippery finger in her ass, making Charity's cunny feel even tighter than before. Charity gripped his shoulders tightly as Aaron's fingers invaded her tiny bottom, letting out soft gasps as her oldest brother fingerfucked her asshole. Aaron decided that his sister's ass was ready for his cock. He lubed his erection and climbed in bed behind her, straddling his brother's legs, the tip of his cock pressing against her greasy crack. Charity let out a soft cry as the tip of his dick pressed inside her, and her hips stopped moving as Aaron's shaft began to disappear inside her little bottom. Luke could feel the slow progress of his brother's hardness with his dick, an increasing pressure inside Charity's already amazingly tight passage. Charity wasn't sure she could do this, take two big cocks at the same time. But Aaron had used plenty of lube and was taking it slow, holding her hips as he pushed his way into her ass. Soon, she felt him urge her to move her hips, so she started to slowly rock back and forth on her brothers' cocks. She felt like she was being stretched in two different directions by the two hard cocks inside her, a feeling amplified by the crack and the pot she'd smoked. Aaron had been content at first to let Charity do all the work, moving her pelvis back and forth, but now he started thrusting in her bottom, his own hips working against hers. Luke, too, started to thrust, humping up from his mattress, spearing Charity's cunny with his rigid tool. Charity was nearly motionless now as her brothers' cocks began to saw in and out of her hungry holes. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensation of being invaded front and back by her brothers' hard meat. Being in the middle of a Luke and Aaron sandwich made her feel naughty and nasty, like when she'd let Hope's goat do her. She felt her pleasure begin to rise from a point between her cunny and her bottom, where Luke's and Aaron's cocks pressed against each other. "Uh...uh...oh fuck...oh yes..." Charity started moving her hips again, urging her brothers to take her faster, deeper, to use her tight little holes for their pleasure, to fill her with their hot cum again and again. The boys, sensing her eagerness, began to thrust faster, stroke longer, filling Charity with their hardness, over and over and over. The girl cried out and began to tremble between them, her pussy and ass muscles contracting around their shafts as she came. This spurred Aaron and Luke to pump her spasming holes harder, seeking their own release. Luke was the first to come. He and Charity had been coupling for a few minutes before Aaron barged in, and he'd been close to coming. Luke lifted his ass off the bed, burying his cock inside his sister's pussy, her passage rippling around his shaft as he erupted inside her. Her tender cunny milked every drop of semen from him and cum began to drip down the length of his cock. Charity could actually feel the warmth of his sperm filling her, triggering another climax and making her quiver and shake on top of her brother. Aaron, hearing his sister come again and feeling her ass tighten around his dick, couldn't hold back. His fat cock exploded in Charity's ass, filling her bottom with his hot, thick cream, jet after jet of his thick semen coating her insides. She'd be a mess after this, he thought, but it wasn't his problem. He gave one last thrust inside his sister's anus, leaving the last of his load up her pretty little ass. When he began to soften, he slowly pulled out. Charity fell forward on top of Luke, her brothers' semen dripping out of both of her well-used holes and pooling between Luke's legs. Aaron handed Charity's panties to her, and she used them to blot herself between her legs. Luke looked at the mess on his mattress with disgust, knowing that he'd be the one to clean it up. But after another hit of crack, he didn't care. Despite what his brother said, one of these days he was going to fuck Charity in the ass, too. ~o o~ Zachariah Reinhart couldn't get the sight of Prudence Martin's bald little cunny out of his mind. When he'd gone up to the attic with his daughter Chastity, all he could think of was the little girl with the slit in her panties, the feel of her bald little cunny under his fingers, her warm mouth on his cock. He thought about asking Chastity to shave her pussy; a few sparse hairs had started to grow down there shortly before she turned thirteen. But it wouldn't be the same. Zachariah's wife Faith had suffered two miscarriages after their youngest son Jacob had been born, and it changed something inside her. She stopped responding to Zachariah's advances in the bedroom, and her moods turned dark at times. Her hair even started turning grey. She'd seen the pastor a few times, but he was unable to console her. That was when Zachariah turned to his daughter Chastity. She was about the same age as Prudence Martin at the time, and eager to please the father she loved so much. Now she was blossoming into womanhood, her little breasts growing, her hips and bottom blooming into womanly curves. Zachariah loved her, loved watching his little girl grow up, but his encounter with Prudence reminded him of the first few times he and Chastity had pleasured each other. He'd fingered her to her first full orgasm, remembering warmly how she hugged and kissed him in gratitude afterwards, like a girl with a new toy on Christmas morning. And he'd seen how tentatively she'd first sucked his cock, a little girl barely able to get her lips around his thick member, becoming ever more skillful over the years. Now his daughter knew his cock better than he did, able to bring him off quickly or prolong his pleasure as the situation dictated. She'd given him some of the most intense orgasms he'd ever had, and he'd never failed to return the pleasure. Only one thing would satisfy Zachariah now, and that was to take his daughter's cherry. Once inconceivable, word of what Hiram Van Heusen had done with his daughter Naomi now made this act imaginable. He desperately wanted to be inside his daughter's pussy and would do anything short of physical force to make this happen. "You heard about Hiram Van Heusen and his daughters, right?" Zachariah asked his daughter after they'd crept up to their attic trysting place. "Yes, Daddy," Chastity replied. Her thoughts on the matter ran the gamut of opinions that her schoolmates had expressed. Most openly said that it was an awful thing that Naomi's father had taken her cherry, reflecting what they'd overheard their parents saying. And there were plenty of whispers among the girls that Naomi should have taken better care of her father with her mouth and, if it came to that, her ass, keeping him from wanting to deflower his daughter. But some girls had secretly thought, even confiding in close friends, that what Naomi Van Heusen had done was sexy and naughty, picturing themselves giving their cherries to their beloved fathers. Chastity wasn't immune to these secret thoughts. Throughout the day, she'd found herself daydreaming about it, forming a mental image of her father's thick tool parting her labia, filling her secret passage. She tried to dismiss these thoughts, but they kept returning. "An awful thing that was," Zachariah said, trying to gauge his daughter's interest. "That it was," Chastity said, not a girl to contradict her father. "Poor girl." "Yes, poor girl," Zachariah said. He leaned in to kiss his daughter, running his hand up her creamy thigh. After a few minutes of passionate kissing and petting, Zachariah let down his trousers and Chastity kneeled between his thighs, fishing his hardening cock from his boxer shorts and kissing the tip. She studied his penis for a second, wondering what it would feel like inside her. Then she leaned in and took his cock in her mouth. "My beautiful girl," Zachariah cooed, stroking her soft cheek as she sucked him. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with love for her father, her mouth filled with his cock. Her skilled tongue bathed the head and swirled around the shaft, while she stroked the base and cupped his balls with her hands. She remembered how she struggled to get her lips around his penis when she'd been younger. Now she knew it better than anyone. Chastity began to bob her head in her father's lap, her lips sliding up and down his organ, her tongue swirling in a circular motion over his veiny penis. Zachariah leaned back, propping himself up with his elbows as his daughter sucked his cock, closing his eyes and thinking about little Prudence Martin. He recalled how the little girl couldn't get more than the head of his cock between her lips, stroking the shaft with her tiny little hands until he shot his load in her warm mouth. The memory of the previous day was a galvanic one, and the resulting orgasm took him by surprise. Chastity was surprised, too, by the rapidity of her father's release. She'd barely sucked him for more than a couple of minutes before he'd erupted in her mouth. She choked back his semen, not prepared for such a quick climax, but she swallowed it all, and kept her lips wrapped around his cock until it began to soften and wilt. "That was fast, Daddy," Chastity said. "I wanted to make it last for you tonight." "It was wonderful all the same," Zachariah said, using his shirttail to wipe a drop of his semen that dripped from the corner of his daughter's lips. "Thank you, princess." "You're welcome, Daddy," she said, unbuttoning the short frock she wore and letting it fall from her shoulders. Chastity reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, shrugging that off as well. She stood before her father in her pale pink cotton panties. Zachariah reached out and slowly pulled down his daughter's underwear, over her thighs, past her knees, down around her ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. Chastity's pussy was level with her father's eyes. He examined it closely. It was just a bigger version of Prudence's, with a little more hair and small inner lips that just slightly protruded from the outer labia. He reached forward and ran his finger along the length, from where her thighs met her bottom to the sparse thatch of hair in the front. It was a lovely pussy, and he felt a pang of guilt over his lust for little Prudence's hairless twat. "Lay down, princess," Zachariah cooed. "Let me do something special for you." "Okay, Daddy," she said. They traded places, Chastity lying down on the bed, her father kneeling between her thighs. At first, he leaned over her supine form, kissing and caressing her perky little breasts. Then he began to kiss a trail down her lithe body, heading towards her parted legs. He avoided her pubic hair, going directly for her labia, parting them with her tongue. "Oooooh...Daddy," she sighed. Chastity loved having her pussy licked, something her father rarely did. Tonight was going to be a special night. Zachariah began to nibble at his daughter's pussy, penetrating her cleft with his tongue, licking it up and down before finally lashing her pearly clit. He felt Chastity start to undulate her pelvis and tense her thighs, reacting to his probing tongue. He could hear her moaning softly, murmuring "Oh, Daddy...oh Daddy..." over and over, sounds that made his cock begin to stiffen again. But he couldn't resist closing his eyes and picturing Prudence's bald pussy instead of his daughter's. Zachariah imagined himself in the bed of his pickup truck with the young girl, naked and laying on a bale of hay, her little legs in the air as he buried his face between her creamy thighs, eagerly probing her fresh little pussy with his tongue and fingers. He'd tease her tiny clit from its hiding place and lash it again and again until she begged him to stop. Chastity was enjoying the rare feeling of her father's tongue on her clit, ravishing her secret pearl. She closed her eyes and cupped her pert little breasts with her hands, flicking her nipples with her fingertips until they grew stiff and pebbly. She felt her father's fingers start to gently probe her cleft, brushing against her ass and working up to her passage. Once again, she let her thoughts wander, seeing herself on that bed, her mind's eye picturing her father on top of her, pumping her tender pussy with his thick, veiny cock, his strong farmer's hands holding her waist as his hips rocked back and forth. She moved her hips in a sympathetic rhythm, picturing his cock as it sawed in and out of her young sex. She felt her pleasure begin to rise, the feeling radiating outward from her cleft. "Ooooohhh...Daddddyyyyy..." Chastity called his name when she came, her quivering thighs pinned against his shoulders, her hips rocking as she pressed her spasming cunny against his face, her whole body stiffening as she reached her climax. Zachariah cupped her pretty bottom and held her pussy to his mouth, never once letting go as he lashed her with his tongue. Finally, she pulled herself back from his mouth, her face and chest flushed, looking down at her father with glazed eyes. Zachariah had stood up, his cock erect and poking through his shirt tails, a strange expression on his face. He unbuttoned his shirt and knelt between his daughter's thighs. "I want you so much, princess," Zachariah said, his voice choked with lust and passion. "Give me your flower." "Oh, Daddy," Chastity purred, reaching out to stroke her father's erection. Without a word, she spread her thighs wider and gently tugged at her father's hard cock. As he lay on top of his daughter, she guided it into her wet pussy. He paused for a moment. "This may hurt, princess," he whispered. "I know, Daddy," she said. With that, he pushed his cock into her, guided by her hand, and started to thrust with short, shallow strokes, working a little bit deeper each time. Zachariah felt a bit of resistance and pushed through with one quick thrust. He heard Chastity gasp and then let out a little moan. Though the pain of having her hymen broken made Chastity catch her breath, the feeling of having her father's cock fill her hungry pussy more than made up for it. She wrapped her arms around her father's chest and back, feeling his muscles moving under his skin as he pumped her tight little pussy. Chastity loved the feeling of his body on top of hers, pinning her to the thin mattress. His thighs pressed against hers with every thrust of his hips, his cock now sawing in and out of her cunny with long, deep thrusts. Zachariah was no longer thinking about Prudence Martin. He was in the moment, and at this moment he was balls deep in his thirteen-year-old daughter's tight little hole. Breaking her cherry didn't seem to hurt her very much, and from the sound of her soft moans and sighs, she was enjoying this new sensation. He wrapped his arms around her slender body and began to pound her messy twat, and she began to softly moan "Oh...oh...oh...oh..." with every hard thrust. "Daddy...coming...I'm coming..." As Chastity felt her orgasm approach, she arched her back, tilting her pelvis down so that her father's pubic bone would rub against her swollen clit, stoking the flames of her pleasure. She held his body tightly, her fingers digging into his strong back. When the dam broke, she let out an almost gutteral "Unnggghhh!" and went limp beneath him, only to tense up for a second wave and another, higher climax. Zachariah felt her vaginal muscles contract and ripple around his cock when she came, trying to resist the urge to let go, wanting to make this last as long as he could. But it was no use. Her second orgasm, after she'd gone limp, was too much for him. His cock stiffened, nearly curving upward inside his daughter's canal, and he came, spurting his hot, thick semen inside his daughter's pussy. Too late, he remembered that she was fertile, and he pulled out of her messy hole, dribbling the rest of his load over her belly and pubes. Chastity reached for her father's dripping cock and gently squeezed it, milking the last of his sperm. Jacob Reinhart had gone up to the attic right after dinner, intending to dig through the boxes of Chastity's old clothes for pretty panties to give to Rebecca, and also for undies he could wear himself. Since his encounter with Micah in the woods, he'd found that he enjoyed wearing panties to enhance his masturbation, and not even coupling with little Rebecca could stop that urge. But he also knew that his father and sister might come upstairs, too, and he wasn't disappointed. Watching from behind the big oaken armoire, he saw Chastity suck her father's cock. Then, he watched as his father brought her off with his mouth. Amazed, he witnessed his father take Chastity's cherry, just as Mr Van Heusen had done with his daughter. Chastity seemed to love it, coming twice beneath her father's pumping body. After he spurted his seed on her skin, he reached for a towel from the dresser and cleaned her off. They lay together for a while, kissed, and got dressed, leaving the attic a few minutes apart. The sight of his pretty sister getting fucked by his father was indelibly etched in Jacob's mind. Sitting in a dark corner of the attic, he took an old pair of his sister's panties, a silky pink frothy confection she'd wear with her Sunday best, and stroked himself to one orgasm after another. ~o o~ Hope Cunningham's curiosity had been piqued ever since she saw her friend Charity Smith take the billy goat's long, thin cock up her ass. She knew that boys liked to put their cocks up there, but it never occurred to her that it could feel pleasurable. That afternoon, after leaving Mr. Van Heusen's store and going home, she experimented in her room with various objects. Hope started with her finger, first just touching her asshole, then trying to press it inside, but her hole was too tight and dry. Then she remembered Charity and Simon at the cabin, how he squirted something greasy on her bottom before putting his cock in her butt. Hope snuck down to the kitchen and poured some corn oil into a tea cup. Something else in the kitchen caught her eye: a bowl of small cucumbers her mother was going to pickle for the winter. She grabbed one and ran up to her room. After dipping her finger in the oil, Hope found that she could easily slip her finger inside her bottom. She pushed it in and out while rubbing her clit, finding it somewhat pleasurable. Hope pulled out her finger and tried a pencil next, but it just wasn't thick enough. Then she tried her hairbrush, which had a rounded wooden handle. It felt good when she lay on her back, rocking her hips as she frigged herself. The motion of her hips made the brush handle move up and down inside her bottom. Finally, Hope tried the cucumber. Before trying to put it in her bottom, Hope pressed the vegetable into her pussy, still slick with Mr. Van Heusen's first squirt of semen. The bumpy skin of the cucumber felt really good as she slid it into her cunny, but she found it was too big to fit into her ass without causing a good deal of pain. Hope put the handle of the hair brush back in her ass, the cucumber in her cunt, and rubbed her tiny clit until she came. After dinner, Hope tiptoed out of the house, heading for the barn, carrying the cucumber and the cup of oil. She planned on stuffing the cucumber up her pussy while letting the goat mount her bottom. The forbidden nature of this thrilled Hope, and her pussy tingled with anticipation. Samuel Cunningham had quietly slipped out of the house with the intention of leaving some of his semen in a heifer's vagina. Due to all of the search activity in the valley over the last couple of days, everyone had been laying low, staying away from the cabin. Without his usual outlet for sexual urges, Samuel had to resort to other measures. Samuel quietly entered the barn, looking around to make sure he was alone. He was looking for the milking stool when he heard something coming from the back of the structure, an almost human sound. Samuel knew from growing up on the farm that the animals could sometimes sound like people, especially when frightened. But this was different. He walked quietly to the back of the barn where the goats were penned, following the source of the noise. What Samuel saw took his breath away. His sister Hope was naked, lying on her tummy on a bench covered with a blanket. The billy goat had mounted her, its long, thin penis filling her asshole. Hope had her hands jammed between her thighs, and Samuel could almost make out some sort of green object sticking out of her pussy. The animal sound he heard was really Hope, letting out a series of moans as the goat fucked her bottom. Before Hope had a chance to come, the goat let out a gusher of semen inside her bottom and slid off of her back, ambling over to its water bucket and drinking, it's softening cock still dripping a thin liquid. Hope kept fingering herself after the goat pulled its cock out of her bottom, semen dripping out of her well-used ass. Samuel could see her fingers pushing and pulling the green object in her pussy. She began to come loudly, her whole body stiffening, that thing in her cunny sliding out and falling to the floor of the stall. Samuel suddenly realized that it was a cucumber. Until she came, Hope had her head turned away from the door of the stall. When she started to get up from the bench, she saw her brother Samuel standing there, his hand busy inside his overalls, staring at her tiny pussy and asshole. Busted again, she thought. And there was only one way to keep her brother from ratting her out. "Well, don't just stand there like a statue, Sam," Hope said. Samuel pulled his hand out from inside his overalls and unlatched the gate, slipping inside and locking it behind him. "Roll over," Samuel said. He didn't want goat cum dripping on his dick. Hope got up from the bench and spread the blanket out on the straw-covered floor of the stall. Then she lay down on her back, her little legs spread. There were a couple of rags in the corner of the stall, next to Hope's clothing, and Samuel used them to wipe off his sister's thighs. Then he unclasped his overalls and let them fall around his ankles, his hard cock bobbing as he fell to his knees between Hope's legs. "You ain't gonna tell anyone about that, right?" Hope said, tilting her head towards the goat. "Cross my heart," Samuel said, kneeling between his sister's thighs. Hope's pussy, still somewhat stretched from the cucumber, accepted her brother's hard cock easily. As soon as he was inside her, Samuel began to pound his sister's tender little pussy. She was not as tight as he'd hoped, but Hope's cunny felt better than any cow's vagina. Samuel hooked his elbows under his sister's thighs and pumped her needy hole, slick from the oil coated cucumber and her own moisture. Hope didn't think she could come again. The goat had left her all fucked out, or so she thought. Now her brother was vigorously fucking her cunny with the energy of a horny adolescent. He wasn't slow and deliberate like Mr. Van Heusen had been. Samuel was more like the goat in that respect, pumping away at her pussy. She felt those tingly feelings return, especially after her brother lifted her legs in the air, his cock rubbing against that special place inside her as it sawed in and out of her hole. Until then, when Hope had a sibling sex fantasy, it usually centered on Simon, her oldest brother, and a boy that was the object of attraction for a lot of the girls in the valley. But now she was doing it with Samuel, and she realized how sexy he looked as he hovered over her, his hips gyrating as he fucked her hungry hole. Her pleasure began to mount again as her brother pumped her hairless cunny. "Oh fuck...Sam...fuck...fuck me..." Hope grabbed the blanket in her balled fists, as if trying to keep from floating away. Under Samuel's relentless banging she began to come, squirming beneath her brother, her legs shaking like trees in a stiff wind. She lifted her hips, grinding them against Samuel's, trying to get more of his pounding meat inside her. Samuel felt her pussy spasming and contracting around his cock but kept on pumping her wanton hole, making her come again and again. But Samuel wasn't even close to coming. Two days of near constant masturbation had left him slightly numb. He had a nasty thought as he pounded his sister's spasming hole, one that would complete his domination of the little girl. That Sunday in the cabin had awakened a new feeling inside of him as he watched his sister suck Luke's cock and choke back his load. Samuel had felt a pang of jealousy. When she was sleeping off the pot and schnapps, he'd stolen her little pink panties, using them to rub his cock in the bathroom later that night. Afterwards, he felt a pang of guilt over leaving her at the cabin, but over the next couple of days he thought about ways of getting her into the hayloft. Seeing her with the goat was like a gift from heaven. "I wanna put it in your butt," Samuel said, after his sister's climax began to recede. Hope thought about it for a moment. "Just don't do it so hard," she said. Samuel smiled to himself as he pulled his hard cock out of Hope's tender little pussy. He pushed her legs back almost to her shoulders, exposing her tiny asshole. Reaching down with one hand, he guided the tip of his penis to her little rosebud, still slick with goat semen. Samuel pressed his hips forward. Hope let out a little gasp as he entered her tight hole. Though the goat had stretched her out somewhat, she'd never had anything as big as her brother's dick in her ass. But as hard as it had been to get the cucumber inside her, Samuel's cock slid in easily. Hope reached over to the teacup of corn oil and dipped her fingers in it, reaching between her upturned thighs to spread some on her brother's hard shaft. Then she began to rub her clit with her oily fingers as Samuel slowly filled her bottom. His cock felt warm inside her, unlike the wooden handle of the hairbrush. Lubricated with oil and goat cum, Samuel's shaft glistened in the stall's dim light as he slowly fucked his sister's tight little ass. He looked down and watched his cock disappear into her messy hole. This was so much better than fucking a cow. "You like it in the ass, don't you?" Samuel said, taunting his slutty little sister. "Mmmmm...yesssss," Hope moaned, her fingers busily working her tiny clitoris. She felt like such a dirty girl, first letting a goat use her ass and now her brother. She wished she had a cock to suck on, too, to complete her utter degradation. Hope pictured herself being taken from both ends, filled fore and aft with hard pumping cocks, a mental image that stoked her lust and pleasure. "Fuck me...fuck me, Sammy," she cooed. Her brother began to pick up the pace, each thrust into her sloppy hole making a soft squishing sound. Samuel's cock glided on a carpet of oil and goat semen, his sister's tight orifice gripping his cock like a greasy fist. He'd never felt anything like this, and he sensed that his release was near. He wanted desperately to fill his sister's bottom with his cum. "So fucking tight," Samuel murmured. Hope smiled, her fingers working faster now, her pleasure building as her brother used her bottom. She felt like such a little sexpot, her brother's toy, there for his pleasure. He'd pumped her little pussy so well, making her come really hard, and now he was in her ass and it was starting to feel so good, filling her bottom as she rubbed her tiny clit. She didn't think she had another orgasm in her, but it began to build as her brother steadily pumped her tight tush. Each long stroke of Samuel's shaft brought her closer to her own release. Finally, she pressed hard on her clit and it hit her, a climax that made her cry out and tighten her ass around her brother's invading member. Samuel thought she couldn't get any tighter, but now Hope's ass gripped his cock so tightly he could barely move. He managed two more strokes before he erupted in her bottom. Samuel thought that all the masturbating he'd done had drained him, but now he shot torrents of his adolescent semen into his sister's gripping hole. He felt her bottom relax, the muscles loosening up around his hard shaft. Samuel gave his sister's messy hole a couple more thrusts before pulling out. For a moment, before her bottom closed up, he could see a load of semen inside, his and the goat's. He let his sister's legs down slowly. "Wow," Samuel said, sitting down next to an exhausted Hope. "Better than fucking a cow?" she said. "How'd you know...?" "I watched you from the loft the other night." "Shit," Samuel said, cleaning off his softening cock with a rag. He never intended to tell anyone about the goat, but now they both had each other's secrets to keep. ~o o~ Right after breakfast, Amos Timmons drove Tina over to Doc Mercer's house, the first floor of which also served as his office. He waited with her while the nurse, Doc Mercer's wife, took down Tina's information, then he left to get some supplies at the general store. Nurse Mercer brought Tina into an examination room and asked her to take off her clothes, handing her a thin white johnny gown that tied in the back. She weighed the girl, measured her height, hips, waist, and bust. Then she checked her pulse rate and took her blood pressure, jotting numbers down on a clipboard. Finally, the nurse took a blood sample and gave Tina a small plastic cup, leaving the room to give the girl some privacy. Tina held the cup between her legs and filled it with her urine. Alone in the exam room, Tina looked around. It wasn't much different from the rooms at the free clinic she went to back in town. The equipment was older, especially the exam table, with its swivelling stirrups, but it had a homey, old-fashioned feel. The wallpaper was yellowing a little and there were health- and hygeine-related pictures and posters on the walls, but the place was kept clean. Tina was wondering where the drugs were kept when she heard footsteps coming down the hall. Doc Mercer entered the room and took a long look at his patient. The pastor had been speaking the truth when he said she was a rare bird. He introduced himself and carefully examined the bruises on Tina's face and arms. Then he picked up the clipboard and read the notes his wife had made. She was underweight, but that was nothing a few good meals couldn't fix. Her pulse rate was a bit high, but the doctor had expected her to be on some drug or another. He'd practiced medicine in Oakland as a resident, and he'd seen it all. Doc Mercer was originally an outsider, like Tina. Nearly sixty years of age, he'd done his residency with a Salem Valley native, a young man who'd had a taste of the outside world and wanted more than just a bite. He had talked of life in the valley with Doc Mercer during their long shifts, and when the young man from the valley left for LA, he'd given Doc a letter to the pastor and a set of directions. Doc Mercer took the man's place, serving as the valley's doctor for over 35 years, glad to be free from the endless procession of drug overdoses and gun shot wounds. The doctor and the pastor were close friends, both serving the people of the valley in their own way. Doc Mercer took care of their physical and mental health, Pastor Gilmore their souls. They'd lift glasses of whiskey most nights, and talk about the world, both inside and out, their viewpoints as a man of science and a man of religion not at all incompatible. One of Doc Mercer's concerns was genetic diversity in the valley. Every family was of Northern European stock: Anglo-Saxon, Germanic, and Scandinavian. Hereditary diseases were few, but they were an issue in light of the valley's limited population. Doc Mercer had advocated for new blood, fresh breeding stock to infuse the valley's gene pool with new life. Otherwise, generations from now, the valley's population would become too inbred. Everyone would be everyone else's cousin. So, this exotic girl on his exam table represented a solution to a problem that had nagged the doctor for years now. "Tell me, Tina," Doc Mercer began, "What nationality were your parents?" "My mama is from Mexico," Tina said. "My papi was part Guatemalan, part Indian. Navajo, I think." "I see," the doctor said, jotting down notes on the clipboard. "Any history of heart disease or diabetes in your family?" The girl shook her head. Doc Mercer had Tina remove her johnny and examined her, listening to her heartbeat and respiration, palpating various parts of her abdomen, peering into her mouth, eyes, and ears with certain devices. He checked her reflexes, hitting her kneecap with a small rubber mallet. Then he had her lean back on the table and put her legs up in the stirrups. "Scoot down for me, please," Doc Mercer said. Tina could feel the doctor probing her pussy with his latex-clad fingers. Then she felt something cold and metallic spread her open. The doctor took a long Q-Tip and took a smear from inside her pussy before removing the instrument. "Am I okay?" Tina asked Doc Mercer. "Just fine," he replied. "Your bruises are already healing. Nothing's broken. You could stand to gain a little weight, though." "So I can go now?" she asked. "Not just yet," the doctor replied. "Couple more tests I need to run." The doctor left the room, returning a couple of minutes later with the nurse. She was carrying a tray covered with cloth, which she put down on a stand next to the exam table. The nurse stood by Tina's head while Doc Mercer sat down at the other end of the table, between her legs. "I'm going to test your response to certain stimuli," the doctor said. "Just relax. It's not going to hurt." Tina knew that whenever a doctor said that, oh yes it was going to hurt. But the nurse, a woman half Doc Mercer's age, smiled down at Tina and gently caressed her cheek. "You might even like it," the nurse said. The doctor removed the cloth covering the tray, and Tina now saw its contents: there were a variety of sex toys, vibrators, dildos, anal probes. Doc Mercer took a long pink latex vibe and twisted the base, making it hum softly. He pressed it against Tina's shaved pussy, slowly guiding it inside her passage. Tina gasped and tried to sit up, but the nurse had her hands on Tina's shoulders, keeping her down on the padded table. "Relax," the nurse whispered, reaching for Tina's pert little breasts, cupping and caressing them. Tina began to surrender herself to the vibrating toy in her pussy and the nurse's soothing touch. Maybe she would enjoy herself, she thought. Certainly, this was nothing like the free clinic's exams. She saw the doctor peer at her pussy with a small penlight and jot down something on the clipboard. "Moisture response is above average," the doctor said. The nurse just nodded. Doc Mercer removed the vibrator and switched it off. Tina felt disappointed. A few more minutes and she'd have gotten off. Doc Mercer selected another toy from the tray, a slim dildo with numbers along the side. She felt him insert it inside her, slowly pushing it deep into her passage. Tina flinched when she felt it hit her cervix. "Sorry, sweetie," the doctor said, writing down more numbers on the clipboard. "Let me know if this next test is uncomfortable for you." "Okay," Tina said, wondering what he had in mind. The doctor squeezed some lubricant on his finger and pressed it against Tina's tight little asshole. After some initial resistance, the doctor's finger slid into her bottom. "Cough for me, Tina," he said. She coughed twice. "Good muscle tone," the doctor said. "Okay, one last test, Tina." The doctor removed his finger from Tina's bum, then he selected a long, slender anal probe from the tray. After lubricating the tip and shaft, he slowly inserted it in her bottom and flipped a switch on the base. Tina could feel the vibrations course through her insides, all the way up to her stomach. Then the doctor took another vibrator and inserted it inside her vagina. This one vibrated at a different frequency, and the difference between the two vibes made a third, much lower vibration that made her feel week and dizzy. Nurse Mercer cupped Tina's breasts, gently fondling the girl's stiff nipples. As if this couldn't be more intense, Doc Mercer picked up a third vibrator from the tray, a small pink latex bullet, and switched it on, softly pressing it against Tina's swollen clitoris. The girl jumped when she felt this. Her whole body was vibrating now. She couldn't control herself and she began moaning and rocking her hips. The doctor held the small vibe against her clit, the motion of her pelvis making it brush up and down over her pearly button. Her perky little breasts heaved under the nurse's caresses, and Tina felt a massive orgasm begin to grow inside her. "Oh, shit...oh fuck...oh papi...papi...papi..." Tina screamed in ecstacy as waves of pleasure crested over her slender body. She arched her back and gyrated her hips. Doc Mercer held the two vibrators inside the girl's body as she rocked against them. Tina came again and again, each successive climax growing in intensity until she pleaded with him to stop. The doctor switched off each vibrator and carefully removed them from Tina's pussy and ass, placing them on the tray. Nurse Mercer caressed the girl's face as Tina came down from her last climax. "Very good response," Doc Mercer said, writing something on the clipboard. The nurse nodded in agreement, covering Tina's trembling body with her hospital gown. "You do this to all your patients?" Tina asked. "Only the women," Doc Mercer replied. "They find it quite enjoyable." It was something the doctor did for all of the women of Salem Valley, 14 and older, during their annual checkup, and all looked forward to it. Doc Mercer had become quite a connisseur of the female orgasm, delighting in the different ways each woman responded to his stimulation. His wife was the same way when she solicited semen samples from the men, her gloved and lubricated hands skillfully inducing ejaculations. "I'll have your test results in a few days," Doc Mercer told Tina. "My nurse will help you get dressed and see you out." "Okay," Tina said. This had been the strangest physical exam she'd ever had, not that she hadn't enjoyed it. Nurse Mercer wiped Tina's bottom and pussy with a sterile pad, blotting the lubricant and the juices that had seeped from the girl's cleft. The nurse helped Tina, still weakened from her intense orgasms, into her panties and dress. Then she walked the girl to the door of the office, telling her to check back in a few days. Amos was waiting for her in the truck, the back loaded with bags of feed and grain for the animals. She got into the cab and he drove off. "How'd it go?" Amos asked her. "Pretty good," Tina replied. ~o o~ © 2008 Anais Ninja anais.ninja.asstr@gmail.com anais_ninja@hotmail.com