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Amish Country Blues

By: csmsmith



Tommy Maddox lifted the last bale of hay into the feeder and leaned forward against the fence, thinking how unfair it was that he couldn't attend school with his friends this fall. He had so desperately wanted to leave the farm and the loneliness that he had known for most of his life. His father had died while Tommy was still young and was just a faint memory now. His mother had tried to keep the family farm intact, but little by little she was forced to sell off parts of it to keep the rest. She worked the farm and waited tables at the diner in town, about thirty miles away and still it was hard, and that's why she had asked Tommy to wait one more year before going off to school. 

Tommy looked out over the brown fields of dormant winter grass at what had once been a large farm by Missouri standards, now just eighty acres, the rest parceled off to their neighbors, the Amish. The Amish had been happy to buy the land as they had flourished and expanded their holdings to the point that the Maddox's were the only family in the area that was not Amish. They were good neighbors, Tommy thought, just not very sociable.

Done for the day, Tommy turned with a sigh of resignation and went to clean up for dinner. In the shower he remembered the few girl friends he had had in high school, and the missed opportunities that now frustrated him sexually. Tommy was a virgin, and had never even come close to being with a girl sexually. He soaped up his groin and began to stroke his stiffening erection, harder and harder, until he ejaculated into the shower drain. "Just like my life," he mused, "down the drain!"

"Tommy, dinner's ready dear." His mother called through the door.

"Coming Mom." He yelled back, and then chuckled at the double entendre.

=//=

Ezekiel Yoder paced back and forth on the porch of his family's home, his nervous demeanor telegraphing his anxiety over the incessant crying from the upstairs living quarters where his young son lay near death's door. His father and father exchanged knowing glances as they worried for the newest member of the family. 

Suddenly the crying stopped and a mournful wail of a woman rose to chill the already cold winter air. 

"My son! My son!" Ezekiel Yoder chanted, "What has happened to us father?" He looked through tearful eyes, pleading for an answer. 

None came, both the elder men had worried that this was the beginning of the end.

"Go to your wife Ezekiel, and be her strength." His father said, his father nodding his agreement.

Slowly Ezekiel climbed the stairs dreading the sight he would find there. As he neared the door to the bedroom his mother and mother brushed past him their eyes averted in grief for the lost baby. Dread washed over him as he stood framed in the door. His wife kneeled at the foot of the small bed wailing for the lost baby's soul. Ezekiel knelt beside her and wrapped his large arm around his wife's shoulder. They cried together late into the night. 

As the sun rose in the early morning hours Ezekiel was already about his chores, the events of the preceding night weighed heavily upon him, but his duty was to the way of life that was his people's for hundreds of years, and it was the only way he knew.  

At breakfast his wife, Hannah, asked him "Ezekiel we have lost three babies now, what is wrong with us?"

"I do not know Hannah, I wish I did." He lamented.

"I do not wish for this to happen again, I could not bear another." Hannah added.

"I know, I know." He said.

Ezekiel went back about his chores, thinking about something his grand father had said years ago. The elder Yoder had been explaining that as the Amish had developed as a group insulated from the surrounding "English" -- what the Amish called outsiders -- they tended to marry within their same clan. They did not marry sisters as a rule, but even the most distant members were cousins several times over. His grand father had explained that in the early days this practice seemed to fare rather well as the offspring were robust and healthy men and women, but some day, he had warned, there will be a reckoning. But Ezekiel did not know what this reckoning could be. He resolved to travel to his grand father's home and ask his advice.

=//=

Tommy had managed to scrounge up enough money to attend a movie in town on Saturday and had finally set off on the long drive. He was glad to have this time in town; maybe there were some new girls around that he could meet. Hope was all Tommy seemed to have any more. About a mile from home he came upon an Amish man that seemed to be having trouble with his horse and carriage. Normally Tommy didn't stop for Amish but on this occasion it looked like the man really needed help. Tommy pulled to the shoulder of the road and parked his pickup truck just ahead of the man and his horse. 

Tommy climbed out of the truck and waved, saying "hello, got troubles?"

Ezekiel Yoder looked up at the man that had stopped to help, surprised at the brash language. "Thee are kind to stop, the horse has come lame, and I believe he will not be able to continue."

"Well, I'm headed to town, can I drop you off?" Tommy offered.

"You are kind indeed." Ezekiel said as he turned toward the carriage and yelled, "Hannah, come this neighbor has offered a ride." 

Tommy had not seen the woman huddled low in the seat of the carriage, but realized that there was room for three if they didn't mind squeezing in a little. The three climbed into the pickup and off they went down the old county road toward town.

Tommy tried to look at the woman next to him but try as he might he could not see her face. She appeared, however, to be slim and young, but he couldn't be sure. They didn't speak as he drove until they came upon a small dirt road that turned to the left, he continued for a short way and came up to a typical Amish house surrounded by the usual farm out buildings. 

Mr. Yoder thanked Tommy for his kindness and walked into the house. Tommy stole one more glance at Mrs. Yoder, wondering if Amish girls ever messed around with boys like him. Probably not he decided, and he turned towards town and his movie.

=//=

Benjamin Yoder was sitting in front of the wood stove warming his aching feet. His feet never seemed to warm up anymore, he thought, the price of old age. His grand son sat humbly beside his wife on the lone bench against the wall of the meeting room. 

"What brings you to our family this cold winter night young Ezekiel?" Benjamin Yoder asked.

Ezekiel, wringing his hands in anxious trepidation asked, "Grandfather we have tried three times to produce a viable son, and three times our efforts have been met with failure. Our first son was still born, the second, was deformed and lived only a few weeks. Our third died two nights ago and we are now afraid of what a fourth attempt would hold for us."

The elder Yoder nodded for a moment before he spoke, "I have long awaited the consequences of the Yoder penchant for keeping family, family."

"Keeping family, family? Grandfather, what does this mean?" Ezekiel looked dumbfounded.

"The Yoders, my -- our -- forefathers, were the original family line in this congregation. Two other families joined us many years ago, but for the most part we Yoders weren't very careful about who we chose as our wives. My uncle and aunt were brother and sister, your grand mother is their daughter." He paused for a moment, as if trying to recall a long forgotten fact, and then continued, "Hannah's father is your uncle Isaac, so you see, our family has intermarried for many years."

"But why has this affected us so, Grandfather?" Ezekiel pleaded.

"It's been a long time coming Ezekiel, and it will soon be worse than it is now I'm afraid."

"What are we to do?"

"Nothing for now, I'll ask the congregational leadership to look into this matter tomorrow. Until they decide you will wait, understood?"

"Yes Grandfather, thank you for your advice." Ezekiel mumbled as he stood to leave, "come Hannah, we have far to go tonight."

=//=

Tommy decided that the movie was boring and left half way in to it. He wandered around the small town looking for anyone to hang out with. He came upon the local sheriff and chatted about the weather and his plans to attend college as soon as he could convince his mom. Just about this time the sheriff got a call to check on a horse that had been hit by a car on the old county road. As the sheriff began to leave, it dawned on Tommy that the Amish couple had left their horse tethered along the old county road. Tommy followed the sheriff to the scene; sure enough the horse had wandered too close to the road and had been hit. The car was covered with gore and smashed up pretty good too. 

Tommy wondered about the Amish couple. What had become of them? He remembered the farm he had left them at and decided to do the right thing and let them know what had befallen their horse. As he approached the turn to the Amish farm, Tommy saw the couple walking along the small dirt road. He pulled into the dirt drive and cut the engine. 

Tommy looked at the couple as they walked toward him and said, "Folks, I hate to be the bearer of bad tidings, but the sheriff found your horse dead back where you left it."

The couple stopped dead in their tracks, unable to slump their shoulders any deeper, grief and misery haunted them.

"I'd be proud to give a ride, if you want one, folks." Tommy said as respectfully as he could muster.

The Amish couple climbed in without a word. Their lives were at a terrible crossroads, only the elders could decide the course of their future, if there was to be one. Tommy drove them to the crash site, and explained to the sheriff what had happened earlier.

=//= Ezekiel sat in stunned silence. The elders had met, just as his Grandfather had said they would, only they had been unable to resolve the issue. What could be done, they argued, caution had been ignored and now the very fabric of their existence was unraveling. The basic family structure that had been their bedrock for generations was coming to an end, at least this is what they surmised.

Ezekiel wandered through his chores, his hopes of a family had been dashed with the news from the elders. He carried a bucket of corn to the pigs, the noisy creatures were unaware of his preoccupation, their eyes were for the grain he carried, as they competed vociferously for a position near the trough. He looked up to see the big boar mounting a sow as they waited to be fed. The boar did his thing and then joined in the melee. Ezekiel froze, the pigs screaming for the golden grain he possessed. Dropping the bucket, he spun and headed for the house and his wife.

Storming up the steps to the house he yelled his wife's name, "Hannah, Hannah, come here."

Hannah heard the excitement in his voice and lurched to her feet, almost stumbling in the process, "What is the matter Ezekiel?" She asked.

"I have had a revelation Hannah. I know what we must do."

"What are you talking about, Ezekiel?"

"It came to me as I fed the pigs."

"The pigs?" Hannah frowned at her husband's odd behavior.

"Yes! I was feeding the pigs and the boar was mounting a sow and..." He paused to catch his breath, "When we breed the livestock we bring in new breed stock to enhance the herd. Oh, don't you see Hannah? That's the answer."

"Ezekiel, are you saying you want a new boar?" Hannah asked, still confused.

Ezekiel pleaded, "No! You need one." 

Hannah's face went blank. "Just what do you mean?" She asked sternly.

"Hannah...we need to find someone to give new blood to the family line."

Like a flash, Hannah understood what he meant. She looked wide eyed at her husband as thoughts of what this meant raced through her mind. Unable to respond she stared at Ezekiel, his enthusiasm was contagious, but the implications were grave.

=//=

Tommy was feeding hay when he saw someone walking across the pasture towards the house. He seldom saw anyone out here, especially in the winter. He shrugged, and continued his work. 

Ezekiel Yoder had walked the two miles to the "English's" house in hopes of finding him there. He knocked on the door and a mature woman answered the door. Ezekiel was now unsure he had the correct residence. 

Mrs. Maddox answered the door and was surprised to see an Amish man standing on the porch. "Hello." She said, "Can I help you?"

"I have come to see the man who drives the truck." Ezekiel explained as he didn't know the neighbor-man's name.

"Oh, that's my son, Tommy; he's out behind the barn." She said pointing toward the animal pens.

"Thank you." He said and walked in the direction she had pointed.

Rounding the corner of the barn Ezekiel saw Tommy manhandle a bale of hay over the fence; he was impressed with the ease with which he moved, obviously a strong man. Then Tommy saw him, and smiled, waved and said "Hi, what brings you around here?"

"I am Ezekiel Yoder and I would like to talk business with you."

"Well my mom does all the business around here, I just do the work." Tommy said with a chuckle.

"Well, my business is with you if I might explain."

Tommy was intrigued, what business could he have with this man? "OK, I'm listening." Tommy said as he sat on a bale of hay, pointing to another for his guest.

Ezekiel sat and began to explain the tragedy that had befallen his sons, one after the other.

"How does this involve me Mr. Yoder?" Tommy asked.

"Please allow me to explain further," He said as he then began to recount the family bloodline and his Grandfather's admonitions.

Tommy was still unsure of what this conversation meant to him. "Mr. Yoder I feel for you, but what has this got to do with me?"

"Please, allow me a moment more." He then told of the epiphany in the pig pen and how it was a sure cure for all his travails.

"Well Mr. Yoder, I don't have a boar to sell you, or I surely would..."

Ezekiel cut him off seeing that Tommy had failed to understand his intention, "I would like to hire you to service my wife."

Tommy sat stunned at the offer. His mind raced, his pulse thumped in his throat, sweat broke out on his brow, and his tongue became thick and dry. 

Mr. Yoder looked expectantly at the young man, it never occurred to him that the act of servicing his wife was something the English would abhor; after all it was well known they fornicated like the wild animals.

Tommy wanted to accept the offer, but his inexperience at sex was no small hurdle, he agonized over the offer, his mind reeling from the conflicting pressure. He so wanted to have sex, any sex, and this man was offering him money to have sex. But the words didn't come.

Ezekiel took this as a sign that he should continue. "It is my opinion that fifty dollars is a fair sum for this service and I would expect that you would perform as necessary to ensure that she is impregnated."

Tommy stared at this man, serious as he was about the deal, it just didn't seem real. Still he felt the cords in his throat rasp out a sound, "OK." It shocked both men.

A slow smile crept across Ezekiel's face. He reached his hand forward and grasped Tommy's and shook it. 

"Tomorrow is the Sabbath, and I will pray for thee, please come to the house at sunset on the day after, we will be ready for you then."

Tommy nodded, and felt the strange mixture of apprehension and excitement that accompanies inexperienced young men headed into their first sexual ordeal.

=//=

Tommy had trouble sleeping; his thoughts went to the woman that had quietly ridden with him in his truck. She haunted him in the half sleep of the restless mind. He was anxious that he would have to somehow seduce her, was this part of the deal or was it all set up where she had agreed to be with him. Had she selected him? This thought made him become hard, he became so excited at the thought that she wanted him to have sex with her he began fondling himself. He stroked only a few times before he ejaculated into the sheets. He shifted to a dry spot and tried again to go to sleep. Some time in the late morning he roused from his anguish and went to do the morning chores.

Tommy's thoughts followed him throughout the day. He knew he had to get some sleep sometime and found himself exhausted enough to nap after lunch.

Monday came and with it the endless day waiting for evening to arrive. Tommy showered and dressed comfortably. He made an excuse to his mother and drove the two miles to the Yoder's house. As he parked and climbed out of the truck he spied Mr. Yoder come to the door and head toward him.

"Hi Mr. Yoder, I'm not early am I?" Tommy asked politely.

"We have made the preparations and are ready if you will follow me." He explained and walked toward the barn.

Tommy was unsettled. He started to wonder if he had misunderstood what it was he was to do. Why were they going to the barn, he wondered?

Once inside, Ezekiel lit a lamp and the flicker of light warmly lit the small work bench and the stalls behind them. Suddenly there appeared a woman dressed in the conventional manner of the Amish, blouse and full dress with matching bonnet. She moved to the work bench and Mr. Yoder moved to the opposite wall and leaned against a stall.

Tommy had no inkling of what was expected and looked to Mr. Yoder for direction. Just then the woman bent over the work bench, reached back and pulled the folds of her dress up, over her back completely covering her upper torso and her head, and then she pulled down her panties to mid thigh. She stood there awaiting something to happen and it fell to Tommy to make a move. And he did.

Tommy moved tentatively at first looking to Mr. Yoder who was staring at the ground as if he was disinterested in the whole scene.

Tommy moved behind her and realized he had become extremely excited. This was not how he had envisioned his first sex with a woman, but he was about to do just that and he was barely able to contain himself. He reached for the zipper to his pants and pulled it down; reaching for the waist band of his under wear he pulled them down also. As he began to reach for his penis he was startled by Mr. Yoder.

"You won't need to touch, other than for the service itself." He said.

The admonition served to chill Tommy's excitement, but only slightly. There was to be no romance, no loving embraces. He reached in and pulled his half hard penis out and began to pump it in his fist.

Ezekiel glanced up and saw Tommy's massive penis in his fist as it grew to full length. He stiffened, wide eyed, and almost yelled stop. Apprehension for the first time crept into his mind. This was far too large a penis for his wife to take. It had never occurred to him that this could be a problem, what was he to do? 

In that instant Tommy had thrust forward and penetrated just the first inch or so of the woman's puckering lips. Inexperience confounded him but it became apparent that he had to work it in, and that's just what he did. He worked diligently at the task and soon he was stroking two thirds of his huge meat into her quivering folds.

Ezekiel watched flushed with envy and amazement at the man penetrating his wife and it began to dawn on him that this was a trait that was sure to be handed down to the offspring. He began to smile, imagining his son with such manly abilities. It was truly a blessing he thought. Just then his attention was drawn to his wife's legs. They were bending slightly and she was pushing back against the English as he serviced her. Ezekiel watched closely as it was not the Amish way to seek enjoyment through the act of intercourse. It was not expected when it happened but it was obvious what was happening to Ezekiel, he was becoming hard and very excited watching the English service his wife.

Hannah had begun moaning softly, almost imperceptibly at first but the English had begun to pick up the tempo and she was now moaning between thrusts. Suddenly she groaned "OH! Umm." 


Amish Country Blues Ch. 02



To follow this story it is advisable to read Amish Country Blues first. Enjoy!

*

Elizabeth Yoder stood in her brother's barn nervously fidgeting with the buttons on her dress. She had been married six months now and had yet to become pregnant by her husband, Ezra Yoder. Because of this, she now found herself standing here, waiting for the "English" man that was to service her. It was the hope of her husband that he could do what Ezra could not. She worried though, because it might be her fault; what would they do if she was found sterile? She shuddered, partly from the chill in the air, partly from the apprehension.

Ezra was talking to Ezekiel as Tommy walked into the barn. Both of the Amish men stopped and looked towards him. Ezekiel smiled at his neighbor and began to introduce his brother to the English. 

"Ezra, this is the neighbor I have spoken of, Tommy Maddox." 

Tommy extended his hand, and shook Ezra's firmly saying, "Glad to meet you."

Ezra was far too nervous to think of pleasantries so he just nodded in agreement.

Elizabeth saw the man and instantly wanted to run, but she couldn't, she was riveted to the spot where she stood. Watching the men talk made her even more nervous, she knew they were talking about her. They nodded and spoke in voices too low for her to hear. Suddenly they turned to look at her and the blood rushed from her head, she trembled, she was near fainting when Ezra began to move toward her.

Ezra put a firm hand on her shoulder and said "bend over Elizabeth."

She looked into her husband's eyes pleadingly, tears of fear streaming down her cheeks. Slowly she bent over, staring at the ground in between her husband's legs. 

Ezra reached forward and grabbed the folds of her dress, pulling them over her head exposing her small white legs to the other men. Ezekiel turned and left the barn. Tommy moved up, behind Elizabeth as Ezra reached over his wife's back and pushed her panties down to her mid-thigh.

Tommy unzipped his pants and removed his rapidly hardening penis. As he stroked it a few times to get it fully erect, he moved closer to Elizabeth's tender folds.

For the first time Ezra saw the massive man-tool of the English, remembering what Ezekiel had described to him paled in comparison to seeing it in the flesh. Ezra gasped a small appreciative sound as Tommy placed it at the opening of Elizabeth's vagina.

Tommy pressed forward, slowly, working the head into her, wiggling from side to side. He retracted ever so slightly, and then pushed forward again.

This last push caused pain for Elizabeth, and she let an "Ungh." Escape her throat. She reached up and grabbed her husband's legs, both for support and for security.

Tommy continued his assault, "she's a lot tighter than Hannah", he thought. He continued with small in and out strokes trying to get her wet. He was starting to feel an irritation around his penis because of the lack of lubrication, when it happened.

Elizabeth screamed and began shuddering from a violent orgasm, she quivered and moaned, her bladder released and she urinated, just a little but it was unmistakable what had happened. 

Ezra was dumbfounded. What had happened? What was he to do? He just stood and stared.

Tommy lurched away from her, looking down he could see his pants were wet, and wondered what had happened. He had never seen a woman lose bladder control from an orgasm. 

Elizabeth collapsed as Tommy pulled out. She still clung to her husband's legs as she panted deeply, her head spinning from the after effects of the orgasm.

Ezra was the first to speak, "Have thee finished?" He asked as he looked at Tommy.

"No...well...I didn't..." Tommy tried to answer.

"Stand up Elizabeth, he must finish his work." Ezra admonished her.

Elizabeth stood, still clinging to Ezra's legs. Ezra pulled her dress up and nodded to Tommy to continue.

Tommy took his meaty penis in hand and stroked it back to full length, inserted it into her and stroked into her now wet vagina with renewed vigor. In moments he was close to ejaculating, but just as he began, Elizabeth was again screaming as she rammed her buttocks back against Tommy. They came together in a fit of frantic thrusts.

Ezra thanked Tommy and apologized for the accidental wetting of his pants. He also made arrangements for servicing Elizabeth again.

=//=

Hannah Yoder stood at the window of her house and watched as the English, Tommy, drove away. She remembered fondly her interludes with the gifted young man. With a sigh she turned back and began to prepare dinner for her husband and guests, Ezra and Elizabeth Yoder. She had agonized over Tommy being in her barn with her sister. She didn't want to share him with anyone, why did her husband have to tell his brothers? 

Ezekiel saw the stunned look on the face of his younger brother, and took the opportunity to explain to him the up-side of the experience, "Ezra, I see the look of doubt on your face. Do not despair, brother, the result will be well worth the travails you must endure."

"I trust you're right Ezekiel, I am shaken by what has happened this night."

Elizabeth sat quietly, unable to eat, eyes downcast and contemplated the terrible act of insemination she had endured in the barn. Her vagina hurt badly, the English was much too large for her small body to accommodate. Still, she had two orgasms that for just fleeting moments, had felt wonderful. She wondered if it was wrong to have one, she had never heard of this feeling before. It must be wrong she thought. I mustn't speak of it to anyone, she decided.

Hannah watched her sister and had the mixed feeling of jealousy and sympathetic understanding towards the younger woman. She wondered if Elizabeth had enjoyed it as she had. 

=//=

Tommy lingered as he prepared to leave for the Yoder's farm; he had not enjoyed the opportunity with Elizabeth Yoder as much as he had with Hannah. Maybe it would be better next time, he thought. Tonight, though, was to be a different woman. Ezekiel had explained that his brothers lived far enough away to make it impractical to make the trip more than once a week, so they had decided to schedule the couplings Monday through Thursday, a different wife each night.

Tonight, Tommy hoped, things would go smoother. He arrived and went to the barn as usual. He found Ezekiel and an older Amish man talking, but no woman was to be seen. Ezekiel introduced Tommy to his older brother, Ebenezer. 

Ebenezer shook Tommy's hand and began to talk as if he had known him all his life. "Thee are good to help us neighbor, But I am concerned your method is flawed."

Tommy looked confused, "Flawed method?" He asked.

"I am of the opinion a woman is best impregnated while on their back, after all, only animals stand while copulating." Ebenezer explained.

"I see your point." Tommy conceded.

"Then thee will not object to copulating in this manner?" 

"Of course not." Tommy enjoined.

Ebenezer turned toward the barn door and called, "Esther, come."

A woman almost his mother's age walked through the door with a wool blanket draped over one arm walked to a pile of hay and spread the blanket out. She reached up under her dress and pulled her panties off, placing them to the side. She sat down and lay back onto the blanket, looking at Tommy.

Ezekiel and Ebenezer walked to the door and could be heard talking just outside. 

Tommy walked over and began to unfasten his belt and pants. He pulled his penis out and pumped it several times, then kneeled between the woman's legs. She raised her knees to allow him unfettered access to her vagina. Tommy leaned over her and poked his penis into her. He slid about half way into her before he felt any resistance. Slowly he began stroking in and out of her.

Esther smiled as Tommy stroked into her. Tommy looked at her smiling and wondered what she must be thinking. He was having trouble staying hard enough to do the work and he started to worry he might not be able to complete the task. Esther wasn't ugly, just plain, and too plain to be exciting, to stimulate Tommy. Tommy panicked, he was loosing his erection. He thought of how he had performed before with Hannah. Hannah had inspired him. Just then he felt a surge of excitement, that's it, he began to imagine Hannah beneath him. Suddenly he was pounding with a fully engorged penis. He concentrated on Hannah's memory, and he was soon ejaculating into Esther's womb.

=//=

Tommy had no trouble getting it up for Hilda and Imelda, the two remaining wives. He returned to the Yoder's farm on the following Monday wondering if the little woman, Elizabeth, was any better prepared than last time. He walked in to find Hannah and Elizabeth waiting expectantly. 

Elizabeth had finally confided in Hannah her concerns. Hannah was receptive, if not sympathetic to the younger woman's problem. Her fear and apprehension had almost caused her to call off any further "servicing". Elizabeth explained to Hannah that if it could not be made easier that she couldn't do it again. Hannah spoke to Ezekiel and they had decided that the more mature Hannah would supervise and assist poor Elizabeth through the act. This is how Tommy was to find them standing together in the barn.

Hannah smiled broadly and said, "Hello Tommy. I will supervise this evening."

"Great!" Tommy said smiling back, with a twinkle in his eye.

Up until now, Hannah had not intimated to Elizabeth how she was to make it easier for her. She took control of the situation by instructing Tommy to lie on his back; she motioned to a blanket already placed on the hay. She instructed both to disrobe. Tommy complied, but Elizabeth stood and stared at Hannah with a wondering look. 

Hannah said, "Trust me Elizabeth; it will be easier this way."

Elizabeth complied but held her dress to her breasts anyway. Hannah looked at Tommy's penis with a longing glance, and then instructed Elizabeth to straddle Tommy. Elizabeth tried to do this with the dress clutched to her breasts. 

Hannah told her, "Drop the dress, dear."

Reluctantly she let it fall, exposing her smallish breasts, nipples hard and pointed from the chill in the air. 

Hannah watched as she quivered above Tommy's torso. "Now kneel here." She motioned to either side of Tommy. Elizabeth complied. "Now place your hands here." Indicating Tommy's shoulders. Again, Elizabeth followed the instructions.

Tommy's penis was raging. He had never experienced anything as erotic as this in his life.

Hannah reached behind her for a small tin, pulled the lid off, and reached in and grabbed a glob of greasy cream. She reached for Tommy's penis and slathered it with the cream. She held onto it and instructed Elizabeth to "move back". As her vagina pressed back Hannah guided Tommy's penis to Elizabeth's opening. Hannah began rubbing Tommy up and down Elizabeth's crack, working it into the small woman's opening.

Just as she was beginning to press back a little bit more Elizabeth began to shudder, her orgasm washing over her. "Oh...oh...oh..." She moaned, leaning forward until her small pert breasts pressed into Tommy's chest.

Hannah smiled; she knew well what this massive meat could do to a woman. "Push back." She instructed Elizabeth.

Elizabeth pushed lightly as the meaty head of Tommy's penis popped into the opening of the tiny little folds. She stopped pushing for a moment and then began anew. She was just a few inches onto him when Tommy had an involuntary reflex, stabbing forward with his hips. Elizabeth squealed, but didn't move away, instead she pushed back. She began humping back against Tommy, and Hannah was forced to release her hold on Tommy's penis. Elizabeth began to thrash now, Tommy for his part just lay there as the tiny woman began to jump up and down on him. He was about half way in and he could feel that he had hit bottom. She continued to hump and now began to gyrate her hips as she flailed above him.

Tommy felt the impending orgasm building. He wanted to reach for the girl and hold her while he came, but he didn't. Suddenly it exploded, he shot load after load of sperm into her as she humped his ejaculating member.

It began for Elizabeth again, "Oh my...oh my..." she squealed, trying to get more of Tommy inside her. As her quaking subsided she started to cry, tears flowing freely.

"What is the matter?" Hannah asked her.

"I am afraid of this feeling...I don't know what to call it...but it is so..."

"I know, I know." Hannah said as she reached for the young woman, hugging her firmly. "It's alright now Elizabeth, It's alright."

Tommy was still inside Elizabeth and just laid still as the two women held one another above him. As Elizabeth sobbed he could feel the tight bands of her vagina constricting around his penis. It felt so wonderful that Tommy became hard again, quite rapidly. He pushed a little and Elizabeth said "Oh." Looking down at Tommy, and asked, "Are thee not finished?"

Tommy smiled and said, "Well, I could go again."

"Oh no, I mustn't." Elizabeth said, standing up abruptly, leaving his penis to flop onto his belly with a smack.

Hannah took control of the moment, "Elizabeth you must not mention that you enjoyed the feeling."

"Oh no I couldn't." she agreed.

Hannah continued, "Ezra cannot be told how you were mounted."

Elizabeth shielded her face with her hands, speaking through sobs she says, "I couldn't bear it."

"Thee must never tell what you see here tonight Elizabeth." With this admonition, Hannah reaches under her dress and pulls her panties off and mounts Tommy's torso. It had been so long for her, she needed to feel him inside her once more.

Tommy pushed her to the side and then levered up over her, his arms stiff, his hands resting on her shoulders. He dropped one hand between their bodies taking the hard throbbing penis between his fingers and guided it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the full fleshy lips of her vagina. She turned her head to the side, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitive ragged edges of her moistly dilating vagina. 

"Oh...oh," she whimpered, attempting a protest as she felt the first harsh pressure against the wet elastic opening of her vagina. Yes, he seemed larger and thicker than she remembered. 

He pushed.

"Agh," she moaned as he levered forward and just the tip slipped through, stretching the slightly resisting rubbery opening until Hannah felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure.

He pushed again, the blood-gorged head forcing itself into the wetly clasping opening, and he felt her flesh give way, her full firm buttocks arching up to receive the full length of his relentlessly prodding penis. But this was too good to be true! She was driving him out of his mind! His obscene pleasure was heightened by the realization that he was doing it in front of this young woman, Elizabeth. 

"Oh, yes," Hannah's voice intoned involuntarily and her whole body twitched and writhed beneath him in a reaction that had been building in her for longer than she had realized. There was no longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of desire coursing through her veins. She had lost, and there was nothing to do but urge him on and to enjoy her own obscene surrender to the act as Tommy's vigorously skewering penis plunged deeper and deeper into her vagina.

He slipped his hands down her voluptuously curved sides and slid them around the soft round globes of her smoothly gyrating buttocks, grasping them harshly, one in each hand. God, his hands felt beautiful cupping at her ass-cheeks, the thought blazed in her mind; they cupped and squeezed while he thrust his heavily impaling rod deep into her flowering vagina, pumping with increasing force until her legs on either side of her hips were jerking and quivering with uncontrolled abandon. And she didn't even care. She had known that she would fuck him, had been aware of it from the moment she had walked into the barn, she had wanted that penis that was now flicking and plunging its sperm-inflated head up through her warmly clinging vaginal passage, fucking her with a hot vengeance that they both shared. 

She could feel the hard ridges of his piston-like rod drubbing into her open belly with merciless pile-driving thrusts; the thick blood-gorged shaft began longer smooth strokes that brought the smoothly pistoning head almost all the way out of her tightly clasping vagina on the backstroke and then thrust forward again into her uplifting buttocks until she could feel the velvety smack of his balls down against the unprotected crevice of her anus. 

"Do you like it?" she suddenly heard his voice as though from a great distance.

"Yes, oh, Tommy, it feels so good," she whined softly, the maddening slap of his balls on her nakedly exposed anus driving her to greater frenzy.

"I...I... it is so good," she repeated of her own volition now.

"Oh, Tommy," she chanted mindlessly. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face close to hers, splurging her tongue into his mouth and receiving his tongue in turn as though it were another penis that swirled and poked at the insides of her cheeks. Then she moved her hand down between their now sweat-slicked bodies, sliding it alongside the concavity of their slapping groins until it came to rest on the gourd-like sac of his semen-bloated balls. She fingered the smooth soft folds and ran her thumb up to the base of his rapidly plunging prick, tickling at the bottom of the round rubbery head as it slipped almost out of the soft hair-lined folds of her vagina on the backstroke.

She shifted her hand suddenly from the distended cup of his balls. The two lurched, and pelvises buffeting like colliding freight trains; wet, sweat-soaked smacking sounds reverberated around the room, harmonizing lewdly with their mutual grunts of lust.

"Oh, oh, deeper, harder," she begged, gasping as though she were close to death. She was nearing orgasm and swung her soft tender thighs up and wound them voluptuously around his back, waving her deeply impaled buttocks in uncontrolled abandon from side to side and spiraling her vagina up and down crazily on his hotly plunging and growing penis.

He lurched over her, his balls ready to explode into hot streams of milky sperm; he could feel it building like a trapped geyser ready to erupt, but he held off, sucking in deep gulps of breath, and wallowed in these last moments of engulfing pleasure. He could hear her sobs coming more rhythmically and closer together, and he felt the first trickle of her cum juice trail down from her rapidly buffeting vagina. 

"Oh...oh...oh!" Hannah chanted her face contorted crazily in the rising buildup of coming orgasm.

Tommy grunted and hammered further and further until he felt the head of his penis touch all the way back to her cervix and the walls of her hotly milking vagina clasp and unclasp in spasmodic grips around the hot, heavily fisting head of his organ.

"Oh...oh...oh!" she suddenly squealed with a high pitched gasp of intense passion and locked her ankles in a death grip high up behind his laboring back. Her body arched and she held tight to him, not moving but quivering and jerking around him in a rapidly pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic fluid out around his viciously pummeling penis.

"Oh...Oh...Oh." Tommy's voice uttered in a sharp masculine echo of his own orgasmic cries.

He buckled above her, his thick heaving penis hosing out the hot milky sperm as it made its mad rush from the sanctity of his balls and began spewing in hot thin streams in to her spasmodically sucking vagina. He rocked above her; one hand tangled cruelly in her cascading hair, and squeezed the other against her desperately flexing buttocks. Slowly, as he felt her body go limp beneath him, his penis deflated in her gently clasping vagina that continued to slowly draw every last tiny drop of the warm sticky sperm from the battered organ. 




Amish Country Blues Ch. 02



Elizabeth spoke first, "Hannah, what have you done?"

Hannah knew she had to respond. "Elizabeth, I too wish another child. We must not share our secrets, agreed?"

Elizabeth, unsure of what had just occurred, agreed, and nodded to Hannah.

Tommy left and the two women talked as they walked to the house.

"You seemed to enjoy the English very much, Hannah."

"Yes, I have come to enjoy it very much."

"I think I understand, but is it the correct thing to do?"

"Elizabeth, I don't know if it is correct, but I know it is right...Do you understand?"

Elizabeth wrinkled her brow, and thought deeply, "I don't know, but I think I would like to be with the English again -- is that what you mean?"

"Yes, that is what I mean."

=//=

After two weeks of rotating through the Yoder wives Tommy was rapidly becoming bored with the routine and was about to ask for a break when Ezekiel informed him of the brothers' decision to wait and see if the women had taken with child.

Tommy was relieved. And decided if there was any further "deals" he would ask for more money, for fifty dollars he could hardly see the benefit.

Several weeks had passed and he had heard nothing, but this didn't surprise Tommy; Hannah had been impregnated and he didn't find out until after she had a child. This time was to be different though. 

Elizabeth stood at her husband's side as he was explaining to Ezekiel that she had not "taken" with the English the first time around. Ezekiel was surprised; the other wives had all become pregnant. "No matter," he said the English would make good the deal, and service her again. This time, however, she would stay at Ezekiel's farm for the week, to better ensure the insemination. Elizabeth smiled inwardly; she had enjoyed the orgasms and hoped she could have a few more before she became pregnant. The end result was another opportunity to join with Tommy.

Elizabeth was elated, unable to show any outward sign of joy she just stood and followed her husband's directions.

"Elizabeth, I leave you here in hopes of fulfilling our wish to have healthy sons. You will try hard to become pregnant, won't you?"

"Yes, Ezra, I will do my duty as your wife and mother a child for you."

They parted and Elizabeth smiled a little sinister smile as she followed her brother into his house.

=//=

Ezekiel struggled with the situation now confronting him, as he made his way to the English's house. It wasn't that he needed to ask Tommy to try again with Elizabeth, it was his own predicament: He had not been with Hannah since they had lost their last child, and thinking of her was becoming an obsession for him. He knew he couldn't risk impregnating her. 

Ezekiel arrived at Tommy's farm and found him at the house having lunch. Ezekiel waited and appeared troubled as Tommy approached him with the usual smile and hand shake.

"You look upset, Mr. Yoder, is something wrong?" Tommy inquired.

"Yes, I have sad news. Elizabeth has not taken, and needs to be serviced again." Ezekiel explained that she would stay at his house to facilitate his work.

"No problem, but is that what's bothering you?" Tommy asked.

"I have other troubles, but they do not concern you." He responded.

"Mr. Yoder, we have become friends and I think that as a friend it is my responsibility to be concerned."

Ezekiel agreed; they had become friends, but this was not something he could talk about -- with anyone. "Thank you for your concern, will you be available tonight?"

"Of course." Tommy realized he was not going to be any help.

=//=

Tommy arrived at the Yoder farm and went to the barn to find Ezekiel there instead of the women. He smiled and said "hello" and shook Ezekiel's hand.

Ezekiel was troubled and began to ask Tommy why he had such strong feelings about copulating when it was inadvisable to do so. 

Tommy saw in his friend the frustration he had experienced not too long ago himself. He also realized that the religious taboo had a serious effect on the situation as well. Tommy was not sure he had the answer but tried to assuage his friend's frustration. "Mr. Yoder, I believe that there is a plan for each and every one of us to follow on this earth, and that you have a role to play as well." Tommy wasn't sure where he was going with this, but he knew he had to continue, "It was you that originally thought of this plan to save your family, and now I think it is time for you to reap what you sow." Tommy said without knowing where he was heading with the line of thought.

"What have I sown?" Ezekiel asked, confused.

Tommy continued, "You have delivered to your brothers the salvation they sought for their families, and what have you received in return?"

Ezekiel frowned, not knowing what it was the English was trying to say.

"It is your turn to benefit from the situation you yourself devised. You should be rewarded for your efforts."

"But how?" Ezekiel asked, perplexed.

"Tonight you will supervise Elizabeth, and I will explain further after we have finished."

Elizabeth readied herself for the English; she knew what to do now that she had been so proficiently instructed by Hannah during their last episode. She walked toward the barn with Hannah and waited as Ezekiel had instructed them. Ezekiel came out and spoke with Hannah, telling her to go to the house. Hannah was visibly upset, not knowing what had transpired within, she turned tentatively and walked back toward the house. Ezekiel and Elizabeth continued inside the barn.

Tommy readied himself on a blanket. Elizabeth was reluctant to expose herself to Ezekiel, but moved toward Tommy none the less. Tommy said, "It's OK, get undressed."

Elizabeth tentatively pulled her dress off and pulled her panties down, looking as she did to her brother. Tommy was ready and waiting so she straddled him and sat upon his belly, leaning as before on his shoulders.

Ezekiel started to intervene, but Tommy saw him begin and interjected, "Ezekiel, watch and keep quiet." His tone was commanding enough to stifle Ezekiel from further interruptions.

Tommy pulled her to him and kissed her on the lips, she melted into his grasp. Ezekiel marveled at the scene in front of him. His sister was naked, straddling the English and he was beginning to feel the pangs of envy build in his loins. 

Tommy grasped his erection and placed it at her opening, rubbing it along her slit. He pushed forward and let the head slip inside. She gasped out loud, pushing a little more of his penis inside her warmly moist opening.

Tommy began thrusting in and out of her vagina, setting a rhythm with her undulations. He worked his penis in as far as it would go and looked to Mr. Yoder, standing, watching, amazed at the sight before him.

Just as Elizabeth was beginning to ride his penis with a passion, Tommy pulled out and rolled her over, onto her back. She was shocked and didn't know what was happening, as Tommy stood up. 

Tommy looked at Ezekiel and pointed to Elizabeth, "She's yours Ezekiel."

Ezekiel shook his head "No" and began to protest.

Tommy implored him, "This is your just deserts, Ezekiel, it's what I meant earlier."

Ezekiel looked at his sister laying there naked looking at him. Slowly he moved toward her. As he kneeled beside her she smiled at him, releasing the tension of the moment. He loosened his belt and fly. She reached forward and reached into his trousers for his male member and grasped it firmly. He moaned and moved between her legs.

Elizabeth guided him into her, she was wet and warm from the English. Ezekiel pushed into her, relishing the warm envelopment of his stiff manhood. He stroked twice and began convulsing, as his orgasm overcame him. He laid there for a moment relishing the glow of being with a woman, any woman, again.

Elizabeth kissed Ezekiel on his cheek. Ezekiel didn't understand the kiss and raised his head looking at his sister in the eyes. She then kissed him fully on the lips, lingering as she did so. Ezekiel felt a stirring in his loins, he was becoming hard again and he stroked into her vagina once more. He had never become hard so soon, and never twice in the same day. She began rocking under him and he smiled at her, poking his penis back into her tender folds. The excitement permeated his entire being and he began pounding into her with earnest. 

In moments Elizabeth was coming calling his name as she did, "Ezekiel...oh...Ezekiel."

He raged on hearing this, his penis surged to full length, penetrating her repeatedly, he began his second orgasm as she yelled "Yes!"

Tommy watched as the two lovers clasped each other tightly, and then relaxed, totally spent. Tommy knew he had to finish the service he was contracted to do. He tapped Ezekiel on the shoulder and smiled a knowing smile. Ezekiel pulled out, stood up and let Tommy lay between Elizabeth's legs. 

She was loose now, and Tommy pumped into her with abandon. He thrust into her, but she just lay there, waiting as it were, for his insemination. He came and she was relieved. Her thoughts were for her brother. How wonderful he was, she thought.

=//=

Elizabeth labored to keep busy during the day. She had dreamed of Ezekiel all morning and it was now noon, lunch time, and she hoped to see Ezekiel as he ate his lunch. 

"Ezekiel has not come in for lunch; He must be detained in the south pasture." Hannah thought out loud.

"If you must stay here with the child, I will take his lunch to him." Elizabeth volunteered.

"Thank you, he will be near the creek on the far side of the pasture." Hannah explained.

Elizabeth walked toward the creek and as she did she began to reminisce about Ezekiel making love to her. She became aroused and found herself walking briskly toward where Ezekiel was. She was in full bloom when she spied him standing next to a large oak tree.

Ezekiel looked up and saw Elizabeth walking toward him. He became excited immediately. He didn't know what this feeling meant, but he was glad to see her. He smiled broadly as she stepped up to him, lunch basket in hand and kissed him fully on the lips.

"I have brought lunch for thee, Ezekiel."

"Yes, I am hungry." He said, but his eyes beamed a deeper intent, a lust and a hunger for something other than food. 

Elizabeth spread a small cloth on the ground and retrieved the contents of the basket, arraigning the food for Ezekiel as he washed his hands in the creek. Ezekiel watched his sister as he ate his lunch. She is young, he thought, still she was a woman, and he had enjoyed her favors so much last evening. He was lost in thought when he was startled by her asking a question, "Ezekiel...last night...that was good for you?" She was visibly nervous and unsure she should even broach the subject.

Ezekiel had enjoyed it immensely, but to discuss it openly seemed so utterly perverse to him, he blushed deeply, and did not answer, couldn't answer her query.

"I am sorry I have embarrassed you," She said as she shyly dropped her eyes to her lap and her fidgeting hands.

"No...I have thought of you much today." He finally admitted.

Elizabeth was elated, and showed her pleasure by smiling and looking directly at her brother. Their eyes met and locked together in a lustful gaze. Elizabeth slowly moved next to him, without taking her eyes off of his, she reached a trembling hand tentatively to his face and caressed him. She moved her lips ever so slowly to his and they kissed, their eyes never blinking; never wavering from each other.

Elizabeth pressed Ezekiel to his back and reached a hand to his groin area, feeling the swelling manhood there. Ezekiel placed his hand over hers, and moved it to his belt buckle. In a burst of frantic activity Elizabeth pried his pants apart and pulled them to his mid-thigh, quickly she removed her under wear and swung a leg over his torso. Reaching back, she grasped his penis and placed it at her sopping wet opening. She pressed back as he thrust his hips upward into her, they met with a smacking sound as she fully engulfed Ezekiel's manhood.

They trashed frantically, neither was schooled in the finer art of love making, they had no point of reference, so they just plunged in and out until they came, grunting and heaving as they did. They both lay still, Ezekiel still inside Elizabeth, and held one another.

Stirring first, Elizabeth asked Ezekiel "Is it wrong to feel this way?"

Ezekiel had forced the moral dilemma from his mind, he knew very well the implications of such behavior; it was a taboo act with one's spouse, but to enjoy such debauchery with the wife of a brother was beyond the pale of proper Amish behavior.

"I think we have committed a serious affront Elizabeth." He intoned, "Yet I do not wish for it to end."

"I prefer you to the English." Elizabeth admitted, not knowing just what it was she was saying. 

Ezekiel felt a measure of pride that this woman would choose him over the English. "We must be back to work now." He said flatly, spoiling the moment for Elizabeth.

Ezekiel went back to work and Elizabeth marched toward the house with mixed feelings about continuing with Tommy, she had fallen deeply for her brother, but she didn't recognize it yet.

=//=

Hannah agonized over her husband replacing her during Elizabeth's service calls with Tommy. She worried that Ezekiel had found out that she had sampled the love of the English without permission. Did he know, or was there another reason he had taken over the supervisor duties? She was compelled to find out.

Tommy arrived and as before went to the barn to find Ezekiel and Elizabeth waiting for him. Elizabeth averted her eyes as Tommy walked in and said "hello".

Elizabeth disrobed and lay on the blanket already prepared for their union, her small form barely making an imprint in the soft mat. Tommy looked to Ezekiel, who was visibly agitated for some reason and wrinkled his brow, something was wrong, he thought.

"Ezekiel is something wrong?" he asked.

"It is nothing; I have struggled with my conscience of late that is all."

Tommy wasn't particularly perceptive but as he looked at Elizabeth he could see her watching Ezekiel, with a longing look of desire. He realized that there had been a connection between the two and it fell to him to be the arbiter.

"Ezekiel, I must ask a favor of you," Tommy said.

"A favor?" Ezekiel wondered aloud.

"Yes. I have had a terrible day and I do not think that I can perform tonight. Will you stand in for me?"

Elizabeth looked enthusiastic but said nothing. Ezekiel looked between Tommy and Elizabeth, obviously torn between his lust and his responsibility. "I do not know if I should." He said, unconvincingly.

Suddenly, Elizabeth squeaked, "Please," looking directly at Ezekiel.

Ezekiel's resistance melted as she reached a hand toward him, beckoning him to her.

He moved to her and dropped his pants and under wear around his legs, his penis already hard; ready for her love.

Hannah had determined that she had to find out why she had been replaced as Elizabeth's supervisor. She waited a few moments before following Ezekiel to the barn. She stood in the shadows as Tommy arrived and went into the barn. She looked through the spaces in the vertical boards of the barn, watching the three as they talked about something, but she couldn't hear what they said.

Then she saw Ezekiel, not Tommy, move to Elizabeth and begin to make love to her.

Hannah's heart pounded like a jack-hammer until she was certain they could hear it inside the barn. She pressed one hand tightly to her breast as though to dull the sound. But it didn't stop; it lurched on accompanying the soft rhythmic sucking of the girl's lips on her husband's. Oh Lord, it was awful! She was hypnotized by the lewd wet sound of lips on lips, and she gradually found herself losing control of her consciousness. It was almost as though her whole being was palpitating in unison with the couple; and she was moving off away from her own body and watching horrified as she lurched into the first warming trembling of arousal that began seething around deep in her groin.

"Oh, my darling ... oh." Elizabeth moaned.

Elizabeth felt his tangling fingers pull her by the hair until her lips withdrew with an obscene suction-like sound from his. His hands moved to her shoulders and twisted her body harshly until she fell on her back on the mat. Ezekiel rolled himself full length on top of her and she twisted and squirmed, smashing her hips against the wet hard cock pressing against her wildly rocking belly.

"Oh," she whimpered uncontrollably as he drew his hand up tight against the warmly swelling moistness of her vagina, searching for the tight elastic little opening.

He worked at her hotly quivering vaginal lips now, slowly and expertly parting the thinly curling pubic hairs and insinuating his fingers, hurting slightly at first so that she gasped and bit down on her lips to stem the pain.

She shuddered expectantly as his hands pushed her thighs further apart still, stretching her vagina. Her legs snaked out on either side of his body and her calves locked against the backs of his legs. He grasped his hard aching cock in his hands and then Elizabeth felt the lips around her softly quivering vagina slowly stretching open. The elastic rimmed tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way.

"Oh," she groaned as it slithered inside her belly.

Ezekiel shoved again, slowly forward, and then suddenly he could stand it no more, and he rammed into her with everything he had, sinking the lust-inflated penis into her young belly. He could feel the soft, sperm-filled sac of his balls slap tightly against her jerking buttocks and her legs kicked out in the air from the relentless onward pressure. She responded by digging her heels into the bed and grinding her wetly clasping vagina back up his smoothly skewering shaft. 

He could hardly contain himself as her grunts of pleasure resounded through the barn around them. He set up a quick rhythmic fucking motion, further incited by the flat smack of naked flesh on naked flesh as his belly smacked heavily against hers with each lust-heated stroke. It seemed impossible, but it was true: he was ramming that hard thick penis up into the warmly quivering confines of his Sister, and she loved every inch of it. 

"Oh, Oh, Arhgh," she groaned as it pushed with greater force through the hotly pulsating passage. The sounds came incoherently around the swabbing tongue sunk deep in her throat.

"Yes, oh yes, Ezekiel." Hannah heard Elizabeth calling her husband's name.

Hannah could feel the perspiration flowing freely on her body now beneath the softly falling folds of her dress. Down below she could feel her own hotly throbbing vagina softly tingling, and she pressed her pelvis out against the wall and began rubbing it against the cool surface of the barn. But the feeling was not stopped. Nothing was clear to her, she understood nothing - she could not stop that warmly quivering sensation, and she felt in one flicker of coherent thought that she would do it! She had thought of satisfying herself, but never like this; while they were doing these vile things to each other only a few feet away.

As though in a dream, her own hands began to involuntarily massage the tensely straining whiteness of her breasts, trapping the warmly trembling nipples beneath her fingers and kneading and pulling them through her blouse until it felt as though she would rip them loose from the white quivering mounds. Her left hand began to slide slowly along her perspiring body, down the flat plane of her curving sides and across her stomach to rest on the thinly throbbing strands of her pubic hair. God, it felt good! She began to rub back and forth, and up and down over the cotton material. She could feel her own moistly throbbing vaginal slit palpitating excitedly against the tips of her fingers, and she worked them harder, learning new methods of bringing her own personal pleasure with each flick. 




Amish Country Blues Ch. 02



She could feel the wetness trickle warmly down the insides of her thighs, flowing freely from her inflamed pussy-and she moved her forefinger below the folds of her dress, then lifted up the hem of the material in her hands and held it clasped against the barn as she touched her now nakedly exposed vagina directly with her middle finger.

The moaning from within the barn was almost incoherent now as her husband and Elizabeth thrashed hotly together on the mat in wild throes of pleasure. Fornicating, that was what they were doing, the salacious thought rippled through her head, and as they did it, she finger-fucked herself. She rubbed her hand against the thinly hair-lined lips of her open vagina, thinking it should be her with Ezekiel, knowing what it was like to have him. But she moved her feet farther apart on the floor and pressed her fingers harder, her middle finger pressing teasingly into the moist open slit, and she could feel her vaginal passage expanding; her finger was a penis, she thought, Ezekiel's penis, and she was doing it with him. The obscene thought struck her that perhaps Ezekiel knew what she was up to, and she experienced the dreadful urge to run into the barn and throw herself onto the embraced bodies a few yards beyond her and fuck with them. But she didn't.

The fire burned more intensely, demanding more to feed its lewd hunger. She inserted another finger up inside her vagina and began squirming her buttocks back and forth down over them as though they were the wild plunging of her husband's warmly throbbing prick. The squeals of the lovers in the barn became more violent, and she thrust her fingers more desperately into the moistness of her vagina in time to the maddening rhythm of the couple fucking on the far side of the wall. The thought that, no, this was horrible, she should stop, again floated through her consciousness. It had been this that she had suggested to Elizabeth but that had been with Tommy - yet a lewd delight coursed through her that Elizabeth was doing what she had done herself, and she stroked her working fingers even harder into her moistly flowering pussy.

"Yes, oh yes!" Elizabeth panted. 

Hannah could see Ezekiel's glistening penis ramming its way into her sister's hotly sucking vagina, sinking through the softly waving pubic hair like a greased telephone pole. Her hands became that pole - and her gasps began to match that of the wildly fucking couple in the barn. She wanted everything that Elizabeth was getting, she wanted to be fucked, and have her belly filled to the bursting point with hot male sperm.

"Oh, oh, oh," came the hot, guttural grunting sounds building in flesh smacking momentum as they approached orgasm.

Caught up in the frenzy of the moment, Hannah let herself slide down to her knees and leaned forward on the sandy loam of the barn yard. Now, her face pressed to the wall, she lifted up the dress so her entire body was exposed to the night air that wafted over her helplessly steaming vagina and ripped her with a new shudder of ecstasy. Her body was like an expanding balloon ready to burst, and the sponginess of the dirt below her was the hair on Ezekiel's strong masculine chest. The wetly sluicing sound of "squish ... squish-squish," became clearly discernible to Hannah as her hand thrust and ground around up in the slickly sucking flesh. Now she was arched up, skewering her finger in through the moistly flowering lips of her vagina from behind while her white full tits hung down, the nipples brushing sensuously against the ground as they swayed beneath her kneeling body. 

"Oh!" she heard Elizabeth cry out between heavily panting groans of ecstasy. "Ezekiel, you feel so good, oh yes."

Electric tingles of pleasure raced through Hannah's groin and into her rapidly palpitating pussy, as she imagined Ezekiel grinding his smoothly gyrating buttocks like a human corkscrew between the widespread thighs of that little bitch, Elizabeth. But Hannah was that bitch, and her vagina was now Elizabeth's vagina. Oh, it was too much! Her face turned crimson, her eyes clouded over with lust-tears, as her body raced towards an inward explosion that had lain smoldering and dormant for months, but now had been completely ignited like a time bomb.

"Oh, oh, argh," Elizabeth groaned aloud, her throat convulsed in the final throes of building lust. "Oh, I love you!"

Hannah heard the two scream in unison, and she buckled up, her knees pressed down firmly on the ground, and her head somersault-like peering down between her legs as she finger-fucked herself faster and faster. Her whole body began vibrating spasmodically, and the full folds of her dress waved over her upper torso, inching up to the long streams of hair that spilled over her head and onto the ground. Then, sudden quick gushes of hot cum juices began sluicing from around her rummaging fingers covering her hand and running onto the ground below. It had begun slowly but now picked up its wanton momentum like a raging storm as the other two fucked into each other with mounting fury, their grunts and moans a lewd harmony of mewls and unintelligible affirmations.

"Yes...Oh, Ezekiel...I'm there," Elizabeth's voice rippled through the dark.

"Oh Elizabeth, oh, here I am too," his piercing scream reverberated through the barn, followed by another, lower groan signaling that the fury of the couple's savage orgasm was matching her own.

In one final lurch, Hannah arched up over the ground, her fingers still rippling at the wetly flowing opening of her hungrily convulsing vagina. Then the feeling subsided. She stayed panting heavily on her hands and knees for awhile, her helplessly trembling buttocks still swaying back behind her in the air. She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her still warmly throbbing vagina until the last dying jerks of orgasm had stilled her body. Her fingers slithered wetly from her satiated vaginal lips and she drew herself up, holding her hands to the barn for a moment.

Then, her passion redoubled, reality came back to her with a sickening jolt. She couldn't be left out, she wouldn't be denied. She steeled her nerve and walked into the barn. 

The two lovers were lying, spent on the mat as she approached. They didn't see her at first, and then Elizabeth saw her as she stepped into the light. Elizabeth gasped, "Oh no!"

Ezekiel froze as she stared directly at him. Tommy turned to see her standing over the lovers. Tommy started to explain, "Hannah, it's my fault, I put them together."

Hannah had forgotten Tommy was even there, "Your fault?" She said in a dazed, astonished manner.

Ezekiel tried to explain next, "Hannah, I could not couple with you...I wanted so much to be with you, but to do so would court disaster...Elizabeth allowed me this tenderness."

Elizabeth had curled into a fetal position, cowering from the onslaught of emotional pleadings. Still naked she reached for her garments to cover herself, hoping for some degree of anonymity.

Hannah realized that this must not have been the first time. "Have thee coupled before?"

"Yes, last evening and earlier today in the pasture." Ezekiel admitted honestly.

A tear streamed down her cheek, she was overcome and the flood of emotions that had occurred earlier resurfaced. "As you wish husband, I wish to have another child and I intend to begin this evening." She turned to Tommy and kissed him lovingly on the lips, turning as she did to see the reaction on the face of her husband. She felt a small measure of satisfaction from this act, but decided to up the ante. "Tommy, will you come to my bed please?" 

Tommy stepped forward, and then halted looking at Ezekiel. Ezekiel began to protest. But one look from Hannah dispelled any thought of interfering. She grasped Tommy's hand and led him to her bed.

=//= 



Amish Country Blues Ch. 03



To fully grasp the significant thrust of this story it is advised that you read chapters 1 and 2 of Amish Country Blues first. Enjoy!

*

Hannah strode the several yards from the barn to the house dragging Tommy along behind her. Her mind was searching for the emotion that seemed to be coursing just beneath the surface of her conscious mind. Was she angry, or distraught? Did she blame Ezekiel? Could it be that her lust was the cause of the discord she felt? She cast about for some answer to her dilemma. 

She stepped through the threshold to the house and as she drug Tommy through, she spied Ezekiel and Elizabeth wandering toward the house also. Gone were her thoughts of doubt and introspection, she set her jaw and made for the stairs and the bedroom above. Once inside, she began to pull Tommy's clothes from him, anxiously, and purposefully. She then made a small movement and she was shed of her dress and blouse, another move and she was naked and vibrating in front of Tommy.

She wanted Tommy on top so she laid back and motioned for him to mount her. He was already hard, had been hard since the barn, but he stroked it from habit anyway, climbed onto the bed and leaned into the vee formed by Hannah's thighs. As he entered her, she saw Ezekiel standing in the doorway. Their eyes met and locked. 

Tommy began to pound into Hannah. His shoulders flexed and his entire upper torso was rocking as he repeatedly impaled her writhing body. Perspiration formed on his brow as he began to pick up speed, his breath coming in ragged huffing and puffing. 

Hannah wrapped her legs tightly around Tommy's thighs, her arms held his waist. She blinked to keep Ezekiel in focus, tears welling up and falling thickly down her cheek.

Ezekiel stood and watched his wife take the English in the manner he had just taken Elizabeth. The sheer depravity of his wife, Hannah, acting in this fashion was eliciting strange and conflicting emotions from Ezekiel. He looked her straight in the eye and saw her looking back, watching him. His penis was hard in his trousers, and uncomfortable. He moved a hand to the front of his crotch and moved the stiff member to a more forgiving position. The touch felt good, but the movement felt even better; he rubbed along the shaft as he watched. The stiff penis swelled and trembled to the attention so he redoubled his effort. 

Tommy's relentless penetration had Hannah bucking beneath him. She began to feel the tingle that she craved between her legs. It began to spread outward, and soon she was screaming "oh...oh...oh", still holding Ezekiel's gaze.

Ezekiel was shocked but not deterred from his task, he stroked himself harder now, and as Hannah erupted into orgasm, he spewed his sperm down the leg of his trousers. He reached his free hand to the doorway to steady himself, his other continuing the massaging of his penis. His eyes squinted closed, his mouth opened in an "O" as he shivered from the physical release.

Hannah saw him lose his eye contact and smiled inwardly; she had won, or at least she felt superior somehow - it felt like winning.

=//=

Tommy woke and began his chores early; it had been two weeks since he had last visited the Yoders. The debacle that had occurred that dark night had shaken him. He didn't want to face Ezekiel after what had transpired -- because of what he had done -- between Ezekiel and Elizabeth, and then he and Hannah afterwards with Ezekiel watching.

Tommy was beginning to get hungry around noon and headed for the house to get lunch. As he walked into the kitchen he froze when he saw his mother sitting at the kitchen table talking to Hannah. 

His mother stood, moved to her son and whispered in his ear, "this girl needs compassion, Tommy. Do you understand?" She looked into her son's eyes for a response.

Tommy nodded that he understood.

His mother left them alone to talk.

Tommy spoke first, "is something wrong, Hannah?"

"Thee must hate me." She said through her tearful sobs.

"Oh, I don't hate you. Why would you think that?"

"Thee have not come around and..." She couldn't finish, her sobbing chest heaved under her blouse as she hid her face with her hands.

Tommy wanted to hold her, to tell her it was all ok. He moved toward her, but she turned in her chair, facing away from him.

He reached forward, tentatively, with an outstretched hand and placed it on her shoulder. The contact was electric for both of them. Tommy was emboldened, Hannah reassured. 

She turned toward him and stood, her arms flung around him awkwardly and they stumbled back against the table. She pressed her lips to his and smothered him with frantic tearful kisses.

Tommy's hands were at her waist, trying to balance them both to keep from falling, she reached down to find his zipper, grabbing at it unsuccessfully. Tommy moved his hands to her breasts, massaging them through the cotton muslin material. He looked into her eyes and saw the lust in them; he twisted her around and pushed her back to the table. He reached under her dress and ripped her panties from her. She fell back with a gasp at the violent move, her eyes wide and blinking. Tommy slid his zipper down and retrieved his throbbing penis. Without the usual pumping of his member, he plunged directly into her waiting vaginal folds. Hannah gasped again, rocking back until she was partially seated at the edge of the kitchen table.

Tommy was ramming into Hannah with such passion that Hannah was stunned by the ferocity of his assault. She quaked from the rapid penetrations and swooned from the lack of air; she had stopped breathing from the shock, but started gasping as Tommy grabbed her legs and rolled her backwards. He held her that way and continued his thrusting into Hannah. Tommy began to come, he yelled through clenched teeth, "yes...yes...yes..."

Hannah, stunned and gasping for air, felt him ejaculating into her. She watched as he slowed and began to relax his tensed hold on her legs. She was uncertain what she should do, so she remained still.

Tommy was exhausted; the exertion had drained him. Never had he ever been so excited and seemed to possess super human strength for those few moments. Now he was tired and lay on top of Hannah, huffing and puffing.

Tommy's mother had heard the raucous lovers from the far end of the house. When she left them to talk she had assumed they would "talk", but this was embarrassing. She had never heard such behavior before.

Hannah, lying beneath Tommy, asked, "Are thee well?"

Tommy just groaned "Umm."

Hannah continued, "I am with child again."

Tommy's eyes blinked open and he lurched to his feet, suddenly realizing he may have been too brutal with the pregnant woman. "I'm so sorry, Hannah, I didn't know!" He said in a pleading voice, his flaccid penis dripping sperm in globs onto the floor.

Hannah smiled, "I am fine. I was worried for thee."

Tommy helped her into a chair, and looked around for her underwear; they were in shreds against the far wall. He went to them and picked them up, looked to Hannah, who blushed and started laughing. Tommy joined her and laughed loudly, guffawing as he clasped his belly.

As the mirth subsided Hannah began to explain to Tommy that Elizabeth had returned home with her husband and Ezekiel had become withdrawn. "I have missed thee terribly, Tommy."

"I was upset about what I had done to you and Ezekiel." Tommy admitted.

"What have thee done?" Hannah asked concerned.

"Hannah, it was my fault that Ezekiel was with Elizabeth, it was my idea. I thought that if he was happy, we could continue, But you saw and..." Tommy trailed off as he was about to bring up an unwanted memory.

She reached for, and held, his hand. She looked at him intently, smiled a knowing smile and said, "Tommy, I have come for thee."

"Why have you come for me?" Tommy asked, confused.

"Ezekiel has allowed me this discretion, he said to tell thee that all is well and thee are welcome in our home, always."

Tommy dropped his gaze to the floor and thought deeply. His first inclination was to be glad, but he knew that she would always be Ezekiel's wife, and that bothered him greatly. "Hannah, it makes me glad to hear everything is ok, but..." He stopped, looking for the right words, then continued, "If you are pregnant, why are we to continue?"

"I want thee." She squeaked, meekly.

Tommy looked at her, sitting pretty and straight in the chair. He saw there a woman who was not fully in control of her future, but riding the passion of her lust into that future with certainty. 

She searched Tommy's eyes for a telltale sign of his thoughts; she found none, so she pleaded with him once again, "Tommy, I love you!"

The admission pierced Tommy's heart like a white hot dagger. He reached to Hannah's hand, still holding his and clasped it between his hands. "Hannah, I love you too, but how are we to be in love while you are married?"

"I wish for it to be so." She cried, realizing that she was trapped between her life as an Amish wife and her love for Tommy.

"Let me take you home." Was all Tommy said in response.

=//=

Tommy sat with his coffee and watched his mother make dinner. It was her evening off and she busied herself with pots and pans as she hustled though the motions of cooking. Tommy chanced a question of his mother that ordinarily he would never broach, "Mom, what did you think of Hannah?"

"She seemed very nice, but she was upset when she arrived, I couldn't get her to talk about it with me."

"She's pregnant."

She dropped a pan and shot him a stern look, "Tommy, what did I tell you..."

"No, Mom, it's not like that. She wanted to get pregnant."

"Why?" His mother asked, incredulously.

"Her husband..." Tommy began to explain.

"Her husband! Tommy, what have you gotten into?" 

Tommy explained about the arraignment and how he had fathered four children already, Hannah's would be the fifth, and perhaps one more if Elizabeth was successful. 

His mother sat, mouth wide open, and listened to him recount his sordid tale of love and lust.

Finishing, Tommy shakes his head and says, "I don't know what to do."

"Well now is a fine time to lose focus, after all that I can't believe you have any moral fiber left. That poor girl loves you and it's your fault."

The stinging rebuke shocked Tommy, he looked wide eyed at his mother and started to plead, "Mom, she's married..."

"And she loves you, what are you going to do about it son? It's your responsibility."

Tommy languished over the thought for a moment, "his responsibility", she said. But what did that entail? How was he to proceed? "Mom, Hannah only wants to have sex with me, but Ezekiel is her husband and he has needs also..."

"Tommy, Tommy, you are making this too complicated. He has already given his permission, and she wants you, the only remaining question is whether you want her."

Tommy stared at his mother, disbelieving, the stark reality of the situation was just that simple; he loved her and nothing else mattered.

=//=

Hannah cried herself to sleep. Ezekiel lay awake, thinking of Tommy and how he had woven himself into their lives. He didn't resent Tommy, or the effect he had on Hannah, he did resent his absence. 

When the sun came up the following morning, Hannah set about her chores and droned through the day without any conscious thought. As noon approached she began lunch for Ezekiel. She heard voices in the gathering room and called for Ezekiel, "Husband, it is time to eat." When she turned she saw standing there Elizabeth and her husband, Ezra. "What are you doing here?" She asked without realizing how rude she sounded.

"I would speak to Ezekiel." Ezra stated tersely.

Several moments passed and Ezekiel came in for lunch. Ezra explained that Elizabeth had "bled" the previous week. She had not taken again with child. Ezekiel looked at Elizabeth, just a glance, but he thought he saw her smile. Ezra was beside himself.

"I have paid the English, yet she has not taken. He did this thing many times, and still no child. What must we do?"

Ezekiel allowed his younger brother to vent his frustration. He saw there the same distress he had felt before the English. Ezekiel pondered that thought while Ezra wailed; Tommy was a savior and a fiend.

Suddenly a thought occurred to Ezekiel, a wry smile spread across his face, just as quickly he corrected his outward display of satisfaction, and then resolved to solve his brother's dilemma. "Ezra, we will go for a ride, I believe we may yet resolve this tonight."

As the two Amish men rode along the county road Ezekiel described his plan. "I believe brother that your wife may be barren, but there is a chance that you may yet have a child if this woman we are to visit is amenable to our cause." 

Ezra was aghast at what his brother was explaining to him, but listened intently anyhow. 

Mrs. Maddox was lounging in her house robe when she heard a knock at the front door. She wondered who it could be as she opened the door and saw two Amish men standing, hats in hand, on her porch. The older of the two she recognized as the man who came to visit Tommy from time to time, the other she did not know. "Hello." She said, sounding puzzled.

"Good evening, ma'am, I am Ezekiel Yoder, and this is my brother, Ezra. We would like to talk business, if we may."

Now Mrs. Maddox was really puzzled; she had never done business with the Amish, except to sell them land, now they were at her door step. She realized that she was standing with her mouth agape, so she stuttered, "P-please come in gentlemen." And she opened the door wider to allow them passage.

Ezekiel sat in the English woman's living room and explained how he and his wife Hannah had agonized over the loss of their three sons and how his grand father had explained the Yoder penchant for keeping family, family.

Mrs. Maddox had begun to understand what had transpired between Tommy and Hannah as he droned on about his dilemma. But did not yet understand what this had to do with her. "Mr. Yoder, I don't understand what it is you want of me..." She began, before he cut her off.

"Allow me to explain further." Ezekiel then recounted the decision to have his brother's wives serviced by Tommy, and the resulting pregnancies by three of the four wives.

Mrs. Maddox surmised correctly that Ezra's wife was the one that had not become pregnant.

"And this is why we have called on thee, Mrs. Maddox. We would like to arrange for thee to mother a child for Ezra and Elizabeth."

Mrs. Maddox was stupefied, and just stared at the two Amish men. Her mind was reeling with the visual implications of copulating with the Amish man. But, then again, he wasn't unattractive -- just...Amish. What would it be like to have sex after all these years, her mind wandered to a long lost place in her memory.

Ezekiel elbowed Ezra, and nodded to him to engage the barter.

"If thee agree..." Ezra began but paused as he swallowed hard, then continued, "I offer a yearling heifer for you to carry a child to birth." Ezra finished.

Mrs. Maddox didn't know whether to slap them or laugh at them. She sat, staring, with a blank look on her face; unable to fathom a response.

Ezekiel elbowed his brother again.

Ezra barked out a little to gruffly, "And a weanling pig, in the spring."

Mrs. Maddox realized that they thought she was haggling the price, "No...I mean...I don't think I can..."

Ezra mistook her reluctance for shrewdness, "Fine, a heifer and two weanlings. But this is my final offer." Ezra implored.

Mrs. Maddox thought about the price that this man was willing to pay for her to be a surrogate for his child, and then the question popped into her mind and without realizing that she had, she asked Ezra, "What if it is a girl?"

Ezekiel elbowed his brother again.

"Man or woman child, the deal will stand as we have agreed." Ezra said matter-of-factly.

It was then that she realized she had given tacit approval to the deal without intending to. She began to recant her mistake but looked at the two Amish men and thought, "it might not be too bad to have another child. And it might even be fun getting pregnant again".

"Well...I suppose...When will you want to begin?" She stuttered.

Ezekiel smiled, Ezra squirmed. 

Ezekiel looked at his brother and realized he was far too reserved to consummate this deal alone. "If thee would allow, tonight would be ideal for a beginning." He said.

Mrs. Maddox reached for Ezra's hand and said to Ezekiel, "We'll be right back," and led Ezra to her bed room. "What am I doing?" Mrs. Maddox mumbled under her breath as she led Ezra to her room.

Once inside, she smiled at the young Amish man and said, "You can place your clothes on the chair," as she pointed to a chair in the corner of the room. 

Ezra did not understand what she meant by this, as Amish did not perform such acts in this manner. 

Mrs. Maddox wasted no time, however, and took her house robe off and placed it on the night stand next to her bed; she then pulled her under wear down and placed them with her robe. She turned to find him standing and staring at the wall, obviously avoiding looking at her. She smiled and moved to him, and began to disrobe him.

Ezra was stricken with fear. He trembled as the English woman took his clothes off, piece by piece. As she began to push his long johns down his legs, Ezra began to ejaculate. He jerked and flinched from the spasmodic contraction of his muscles as stream after stream of his sperm flew through the air, landing variously on her face and hands as ribbons of the viscous fluid splattered her.

Mrs. Maddox squeezed her eyes tight and closed her mouth to avoid the onslaught. She began to laugh with her mouth closed, and just sat on the floor in front of Ezra.

When the ejaculate subsided, Ezra realized he had blundered, and he blushed as he looked down at the English woman. "What must she think of me?" he wondered.

Mrs. Maddox reached for his penis and tried to revive it, but Ezra pulled away and began to replace his clothes. "I...I am sorry." Was all he could manage to say.

Ezekiel was astounded when the two returned so quickly. He looked from one to the other, wondering what was amiss. 

Mrs. Maddox spoke first and said with a smile, "We will have to get together again soon." 

Ezekiel did not understand and asked if everything was alright. 

"Well, Ezra got a little too excited and couldn't finish." She intoned, but as she did it dawned on her an idea that might help them all. "Ezekiel, you are Ezra's brother, and you want to see this deal through do you not?"

"Yes, of course." He returned adamantly.

"Well, Maybe you can stand in for him, at least until he gets his second wind."

Ezekiel realized that his younger brother had been unable to perform, and Mrs. Maddox was offering him the opportunity to consummate the deal. "Yes, of course." He sputtered, and stood to face her.

Mrs. Maddox led Ezekiel into her room and as before pointed to the chair in the corner and said "place your clothes there."

In moments they were naked and staring at one another across the room. Mrs. Maddox pulled back the bed spread and lay back on the bed, patting the bed beside her, indicating to him to join her. He moved tentatively, looking over this English woman. She was curvaceous, but not fat; her breasts were fairly large and sagged just a little. Her pubic hair had been trimmed, something he had never heard of. He moved to her slowly, taking in the woman before him.

Mrs. Maddox reached a hand to Ezekiel, "how strangely familiar" the move was. Where had he seen this before? Suddenly he recalled how Elizabeth had done the same thing to him in the barn. He leapt onto the bed and lay upon her torso, his penis throbbing its intent against her thigh.




Amish Country Blues Ch. 03



Mrs. Maddox reached for his manhood and as she grasped it Ezekiel gasped a small "Ugh". She pumped it a few times to prepare it, and with her free hand reached between them and with two fingers spread her labia. She led him into her soft folds and reveled at the sensation of penetration for the first time in twelve years.

Ezekiel began to probe her soft warm belly from the inside; the sensation of copulating with a complete stranger was exquisitely intense. He began to thrust rapidly as an impending orgasm built in his loins.

Mrs. Maddox reveled in the fullness of her womb, she began to chant "Oh...oh...oh..."

Suddenly, just as fast as it had began, it was over; Ezekiel ejaculated into her warm belly and collapsed on top of her.

Mrs. Maddox realized that he had come too soon; she hadn't been satisfied. "Oh no!" She blurted out, before she realized what she had said. Looking at Ezekiel, she smiled and pat him on the back saying, "It's ok, it's ok."

Ezekiel rose up and began getting dressed, as he pulled his trousers on, he asked, "Will tomorrow be agreeable to thee?"

Mrs. Maddox smiled and said, "Tomorrow will be fine."

As Ezekiel and Ezra rode back home they discussed the situation, and decided to keep this part of the agreement to themselves.

=//=

Mrs. Maddox shivered as she prepared her bath, usually she just showered, but today she languished in a bubble bath. Shaving her legs and pubic region took on a renewed emphasis. For the first time in twelve years she was preparing for a lover - as a surrogate - but just the same for her was the mental act of preparing a crucial element in the process of love making; it was the anticipation that prepared her for the moment. Sure, the Amish were just using her as a baby factory, but this did not deter the fact that she wanted to enjoy it as much as possible. Women way out here in the middle of nowhere did not get the attention that they deserved. She was going to enjoy her opportunity to the fullest.

When Ezra and Ezekiel arrived Mrs. Maddox was in full bloom. She answered the door almost immediately when they knocked, telegraphing her anxious anticipation.

"Good evening, gentlemen." She said beaming a huge smile as she invited them in.

"Good evening." The two Amish men responded together.

Mrs. Maddox looked them over closely; neither looked any different than last night. But there was a more confident look about both of them. She took Ezra's hand and smiled as she led him to the bed room.

Ezra was more settled, if not more confident. He began undressing and placed his clothes on the chair against the wall and then turned to see Mrs. Maddox standing naked near the bed. He moved to her slowly, as if pushed by an unseen force. He looked at her breasts as they heaved from her tense breathing. She seemed to waver then sat on the bed, she indicated for him to join her and he sat at arms length from her.

She reached for him, but he diverted his glance to her smoothly shaved pubic region. She leaned forward and grasped his hand and pulled him to her. As she lay back he leaned between her legs and quaked from the erotic tension of the moment. He slid on fully onto her torso, her ample breasts acting as guides for him to adjust his position.

She reached for his penis and guided it to her quivering sex. He pushed and she exhaled, the head of his manhood just poking into her was enough to send electric currents through her extremities. She closed her eyes as he pressed again, further penetrating her moist love canal. 

Ezra began thrusting into her with earnest, he clenched his teeth and rocked back and forth, his earlier trepidation was gone. He dug his toes into the sheets as he attempted to force every inch of his penis into her as she hunched back against his thrusts.

Mrs. Maddox was determined to have an orgasm this time and she worked diligently at accomplishing that very act. She met Ezra thrust for thrust, bucking back as he drove downward, into her steaming sex. She felt every vein in his stiff penis as it slid past her labia, she felt as though she was reading it like a blind man reads Braille.

Then it began for her, it started deep within her spine, it spread out like a burst of white hot light as it rushed over her and consumed her. Her eyes were awash in the brightest glowing light as she blinked, desperately trying to connect with the source of the pulsing light. She locked her legs around his thighs as spasm after spasm wracked her body while she buffeted beneath him.

Ezra was driven to ecstasy as the English thrashed beneath him. He redoubled his effort as she began to scream through clenched teeth. And then he began to ejaculate into her quivering womb.

They collapsed from the exertion and lay gasping for breath that seemed to be just out of reach.

Finally, they roused and dressed, Mrs. Maddox just pulling her robe over her shoulders. They went to the living room and Ezekiel met them with a smile. As Ezra walked to the front door, Ezekiel began to explain to Mrs. Maddox that they would not be back for several days because Ezra had to tend his farm.

"But what about you?" She asked.

Ezekiel blushed, but responded anyway, "I return when Ezra returns."

"That's a shame. I was hoping that you might drop by and keep things warm, if you know what I mean?"

Ezekiel was beginning to understand the English way -- he did understand -- and it pleased him greatly to know she wanted it too.

"Well, maybe I could give you something to hold you over." She said with a sly smile.

Mrs. Maddox knelt before him and reached for his fly, an odd expression was fixed to Ezekiel's face. She reached in and gripped his rapidly burgeoning cock tightly between her hands, pulling on it slightly between both of her palms as she adjusted it below her face. She dipped her head and her warm pink tongue darted forward, flicking lightly over the thin, semen-seeping opening.

"Oh," he groaned and thrust his loins involuntarily foreword as the warm moistness of her wetly glistening lips closed like hot melted butter down over the sensitively throbbing head of his cock. He had no idea that so perverse a thing as this was done, but she was doing it to him and he was wont to stop her.

He reached down and tangled his hands tightly in her hair to guide the rhythm of her already slowly bobbing head. The rod of flesh was sinking deep into her mouth now, crushing through her softly moistening lips into the wet saliva at the back of her throat. Ezekiel groaned and undulated his pelvis, forcing the throbbing hardness foreword and inward again until she set up a steady rocking motion, never quite letting it withdraw but leaving the hot swollen head lodged a half an inch or so up inside the warm wet mouth.

"Oh!" he grunted as her lips tightened around his hardness and her tongue began to swirl heatedly around the warm moistness of the rubbery blood-inflated head.

Mrs. Maddox's tongue, with nerve-tingling licks on the outstroke, was making the head throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside it. He bent his head forward and watched through widely bulging eyes, one of his hands tangling tighter into her bobbing head, and the other fondling her sensuously swaying breasts. 

He made a hard thrust forward and almost his entire prick disappeared until only a little stretch of it showed white and glistening, protruding from between her rapidly working lips. Her cheeks hollowed on the outstroke and expanded obscenely on the in-stroke. He withdrew and the thin elastic rim of her lips pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the flesh of his warmly tingling cock as though held there by invisible fingers. Her breasts jerked and danced below her lewdly pumping torso, one of them lifting and falling in his hand and adding to the lust-inciting picture.

"Do you like it when I play with your balls at the same time?" she breathed hotly around his cock.

"Oh, yes!"

He sighed deeply and his head rocked back as she massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand as she continued to suck rhythmically up and down. She increased the speed and he could feel the silky softness of her tongue twirling faster and faster around his saliva soaked hardness at the apex of the withdrawal, the stroke of her tongue ending in a magic flick across the tiny opening of the glans at the end. He flexed his buttocks, thrusting his hips back and forth and then arched his back to grind his wildly bobbing loins hard against her face.

Mrs. Maddox could feel his throbbing reaction beginning inside his balls and began to suck his cock a little harder, increasing the pressure of her mouth, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving thin white trails where they had scraped the blood beneath the surface of the skin. She reached under his buttocks and cupped them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. She could hear his breath quicken and her passion began to build and build in reaction. 

As she picked up the pace she felt him begin to ejaculate against the back of her throat. He thrashed like a rag doll as again and again his body contorted from the spasms. 

Slowly she allowed him to recover, and replaced his penis into his trousers. She looked into his eyes and said, "That should hold you."

Ezekiel looked dumbfounded as she stood before him. "This thing thee have done..."

"It's called a blow job." She quipped proudly.

"A blow job." He said quizzically. "I thank thee for this...blow job."

"Well if you find yourself in the neighborhood, stop in again." Mrs. Maddox said with as much hospitality as she could muster. She dearly wanted to get her share of the love before she became pregnant and they cut her off.

=//=

Five weeks had elapsed and Mrs. Maddox had finally got the results the Amish man Ezra Yoder had desired; she was pregnant. She informed an ecstatic Ezra and Ezekiel when they stopped by for their regular copulation.

"This is indeed wonderful news!" Ezra said as he beamed a broad smile.

"Yes, indeed." Ezekiel agreed.

The two men turned and left Mrs. Maddox, commending one another on a successful impregnation. Mrs. Maddox felt more alone than she had in ages; she worried that this would be the end of her sexual diversions.

The next day, however, Ezekiel was at her door with information. "Next week Elizabeth, Ezra's wife will move in to assist thee and care for thee as might be necessary."

Mrs. Maddox hadn't thought of this, but the idea had merit. "Oh that would be fine." she said.

Ezekiel seemed to be troubled by something, but he wasn't forthcoming.

Mrs. Maddox could see the consternation on his face. "What's the matter Mr. Yoder? Is something wrong?"

"I have thought of thy... blow job, often...and..." Ezekiel tried and failed to explain himself.

Mrs. Maddox smiled and said, "Well, I think we can work something out if you're willing to return the favor."

Ezekiel instantly brightened, as he said, "Anything thee desire."

"Come with me." She said with a quip, as she turned and walked to her bedroom.

Once in the bedroom she turned to look at Ezekiel and asked him "do you want to go first or shall I?"

Ezekiel didn't understand what she meant and the look on his face telegraphed his confusion.

"Ok, then class is in session." She said with a note of finality. She turned to the bed, pulled the bed spread back and looked at Ezekiel; still standing, unmoving. "Get undressed." She urged him. Then she disrobed and lay on the bed.

Ezekiel quickly took his clothes off and scrambled to the bed and the English woman.

"Now, now, Mr. Yoder, I have a few instructions for you first." She said with all the force of a school marm. "What I want you to do..." She began to explain to him, "...and that's what we call oral sex.," she concluded. 

Ezekiel slowly bent forward, tentatively, reluctantly, then made the conscious decision to explore this new twist in his sexuality.

"Oh, God....." Mrs. Maddox moaned when she felt the first contact of Ezekiel's tongue against her snatch. The soft fierceness of his mouth suckling her lips and her clit was almost more than Mrs. Maddox could take. She could not remember ever feeling pleasure with such intensity. At first Mrs. Maddox thought she would climax just seconds after Ezekiel's first slow and thorough lick, but then she relaxed a bit, realizing she was just experiencing the tip of the iceberg. 

Her hips seemed to melt into the bed as she wound her fingers through Ezekiel's hair once more, easing the busy mouth further into her cunt, as if to swallow him whole. A weak tingling wave swirled around her pelvis like a hurricane, gathering strength before reaching out throughout the rest of her, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She struggled to relax her thighs and not tighten them around Ezekiel's head, suffocating him as he worked.

Ezekiel ate her like a gourmet, enjoying every flavor, every fold of Mrs. Maddox's pink, tight pussy. The strokes of his tongue varied, some long and intense-like painting a fence, some short and precise. It was as if Ezekiel could read his lover's mind, knowing exactly what she liked the most, knowing when to go faster, knowing when to slow down. Mrs. Maddox's hips began to beat with her own internal rhythm, pumping up and down, taking Ezekiel's occupied tongue with her.

After Ezekiel's tongue memorized every square inch of Mrs. Maddox's silken folds, he focused his attention on the tight bud of her clitoris. He sucked it like a straw, drawing his head away from Mrs. Maddox's center, stretching her clit with him. The tiny bud seemed to expand in Ezekiel's mouth, filling it with her swollen heat. Ezekiel's face was buried inside Mrs. Maddox's core as she gave birth to the first slight tremors of her orgasm. Her back arched and lifted her hips inches off the bed as she began to slowly, slowly go over the edge. 

"Oh yes," Mrs. Maddox gasped, writhing back and forth around Ezekiel's busy mouth, "Oh Mr. Yoder!" Mrs. Maddox's inside's expanded and burst into flames as the intense tidal wave of blood gushed into her cunt, making her see stars. Her soul seemed to leave her body as she shook with the violent climax, conquering her body like a fearless warrior. 

Mrs. Maddox wasn't sure how long her orgasm possessed her body, mind, and soul. She felt like she had traveled to the moon and back in a few spastic moments. Her muscles were conditioned with her orgasm, but not ready to relax. "No," Mrs. Maddox mused, "I don't want this to be over yet." But the tidal wave overtook her and she erupted into an explosion of erotic delight.

Ezekiel slowed and began to withdraw from her thighs, slobber, sweat and vaginal juices dripped from his face in huge droplets.

Mrs. Maddox looked at him and said with a gasp, "Oh Mr. Yoder!"

Ezekiel was instantly proud of his performance, and he smiled broadly.

Mrs. Maddox asked in as sultry a voice as she could muster, "Just how would you like yours Mr. Yoder?"

=//=

The months had passed rather slowly for all concerned; Elizabeth had moved in with Mrs. Maddox and tended her every need, treated her as if she were a princess. Ezekiel had managed a few "visits" to the Maddox farm, first to see Mrs. Maddox, but as she became very large with child, he snuck a few romps in the barn with Elizabeth. 

Mrs. Maddox was watching as they came out of the barn one day and realized that something was going on between the two. She felt a pang of jealousy as she turned from the window and waddled into the living room. Elizabeth came in and with a flushed look about her, set about her chores. Mrs. Maddox wondered if Ezra knew that his brother was doing his wife. As soon as she thought it she shook her head and remonstrated herself for being so wicked. "I can't let this get to me. I'll just have the baby and be done with them," she thought. She smiled as Elizabeth brought her a glass of iced tea, "Thank you." She said as she watched the pretty young girl return to her chores.

Hannah and all three wives of Ezekiel's brothers had brand new baby boys to rejoice about and had decided to have a get-together at Ezekiel's farm to celebrate their good fortune. Of course Tommy and Mrs. Maddox were invited. The Yoder's were grateful to Tommy and the women teased him as they attended his every need. They beamed with pride and satisfaction as they sang his praises.

As the food disappeared and the shadows became long in the evening sun, each of the couples came to Tommy and said that they prayed for him every day, and would consider it an honor if he would once again service the wives in the coming weeks. Tommy couldn't say no; they had completely co-opted him into their service and like a saint he would stand for the stud fee and deliver the salvation they desired.

Mrs. Maddox had to use the out-house and waddled towards the small shack situated just out of sight behind the main house. As she came back out, Ezekiel was waiting his turn for the facility. She decided to wait for him before returning to the gathering. When he came out he was startled to see her waiting for him.

"I wanted to talk to you Mr. Yoder." She stated flatly. "Could we go some where private?"

Ezekiel led her to a small shed used for fire wood, but mostly empty this time of year.

"Mr. Yoder," She began, "I have a confession to make."

Ezekiel frowned from the blunt admission.

"I saw you and Elizabeth in our barn and I became jealous. I know I had no right to pry, but I became so use to our being together that...well, I wanted you, wanted to have sex with you." She finished with a look into his eyes.

Ezekiel stood and stared at the English woman, her large belly protruding over her spandex slacks. He smiled and thought of what it was that he should say, "I...have been irresponsible to my family and my lord." He began. "I have sullied my father's name and my reputation, I am a fornicator." He confessed.

"Oh, no!" Mrs. Maddox pleaded, "I meant that it was my ..." 

He cut her off, "Ma'am, it is my fault I have become an insatiable fornicator. It will be between my lord and I when we meet in the hereafter that I shall repay my debt."

Mrs. Maddox began to sob - tears flowing freely - her complicity in Ezekiel's fall from grace was partly her doing. She recalled the oral sex that they had shared. They had been good together, but it was wrong what they had done and now he regretted it she thought.

Ezekiel saw her shudder from her sobbing and laid a kind hand on her shoulder. She turned her head, and with tear soaked cheek caressed his rugged paw. She reached her hand to his and grasped it firmly, expectantly. He stood riveted to a spot in front of her. With her free hand she slowly reached for his trousers, and with her fingers traced the outline of his penis through the thick denim.

Ezekiel responded, his penis lurched from the light touch of this wonderful woman. With his free hand he touched her face gently, and smiled at her as she looked to him for assurances. He nodded his approval, and she began to retrieve his thickening penis from its perch.

She stroked it frantically and licked it like a lollypop, the head turning a dark purple as she held it tightly in her fist. She continued her assault on his manhood and saw the first throbbing lurch of his testicles telegraphing his impending orgasm. As the thick sperm began shooting out she caught the streams on her outstretched tongue; reveling in the taste of warm semen in her mouth.

Ezekiel calmed and replaced his penis in his trousers. Mrs. Maddox cooed like a bitch in heat, she looked around for a place to lie down but there was no place that she could be comfortable. Then she kneeled down, got on all fours, and asked Ezekiel to get her from behind. 




Amish Country Blues Ch. 03



Ezekiel pulled her spandex pants down to her knees and placed his tongue at the opening of her moist folds. He was tentative as this was a position he had never seen. He licked her with long slow movements and realized as he neared the top of the move he came perilously close to her anus. He avoided making any contact but as he licked, she would undulate her hips and this would cause his nose to poke the tiny rose bud of her ass.

Unable to reach her clit, Ezekiel concentrated on everything else. Mrs. Maddox tried to reach her clit with one hand and found she was not able to reach her clitoris while on all fours. Her massive belly was stretched taught and nearly reached the ground as she frantically tried to stimulate her clit. 

"Please Mr. Yoder, play with my clit." She begged.

He reached forward with his thumb and forefinger and began rolling the nubbin between them. She let out a gasp and almost screamed. Ezekiel became alarmed that she was too loud and said as much to her.

Ezekiel continued the ministrations to her clit and her labia, and each time his nose touched her asshole she lurched into his face. Realizing that they must hurry, Ezekiel tried something to help her out. He took a finger from his free hand and poked it into her tiny little butt hole, the trick seemed to work she began thrashing against it. He then let the thumb of the same hand slide into her wet pussy. He continued as she hunched against his multi-pronged assault. 

Just as Ezekiel's face was becoming tired from the ravenous work, she began her orgasm. He redoubled his effort to find he really did know what he was doing. She bucked against his hands and face, almost collapsing to the ground.

They straighten up and rejoined the others at the gathering.

=//=

Tommy spent the next few weeks impregnating the Yoder wives again; he didn't raise prices as he had thought he would, it just didn't seem right to deny the Yoders of their wellspring of hope.

Mrs. Maddox was at home when the first pains began to almost double her over, she called Elizabeth and the young woman hurried to her side. "I think it's time." She said through gritted teeth.

An hour later the two mothers marveled at the sight of a minor miracle: Mrs. Maddox had given birth to triplets - three babies - all male, all healthy and all crying at once.

There was a celebration of sorts that night; the Yoder and Maddox families had bonded as no other families could. Ezra was jubilant, and thanked Mrs. Maddox again and again for the wondrous gift of male children. He kissed her brow and caressed her cheek as he proudly beamed his pride.

As Elizabeth cared for the little ones, the adults moved their revelry away from the exhausted Mrs. Maddox. 

Ezra stayed the night at the Maddox home, too tired and too excited to travel home. Tommy had been asked to stay with Hannah, something he had done regularly of late. Ezekiel suffered in silence.

=//=

Some months later, as the morning light chased the shadows from the barnyard, Ezekiel Yoder had been at his chores for an hour. He looked longingly at the home he had provided his family, and sighed. He reminisced about the strange conflux of events that had transpired to bring him to this point in his life. He had sons and a loving wife. He felt he was blessed. 

He went to work in the south pasture and as noon approached he spied a woman making her way toward him with a basket in her arms. She waved and he returned the gesture.

"Hello lover, how has your day been?" Mrs. Maddox asked as she approached.

With a great smile Ezekiel answered, "I have been filled with thoughts of you."

She placed the basket on the ground under a large oak tree, spread a blanket on the ground, and began to arrange Ezekiel's lunch. Ezekiel washed his hands in the creek and looked at her sitting pretty on the blanket. He joined her there and as he ate lunch, she prattled about one thing and another. Finishing, he smiled and asked if there was anything else in the basket to eat.

Mrs. Maddox didn't respond as he thought she might, she just began undressing and smiled a knowing smile toward him as he too undressed.

Ezekiel moved directly to her tender thighs and nibbled her there as she giggled. Ezekiel's hand slipped under her squirming white buttocks and cupped the firm flesh brutally, his mouth suckling her thrusting sex slavishly. She raised her hips and allowed him to bury his face still further in her now openly clenching vagina, and the lewd wet sucking sounds of his mouthing filled her ears. His one hand teased in the crevice between her nakedly up tilted ass cheeks, running an exploratory finger over her tiny puckered rectum, and Mrs. Maddox clenched her hands into fists, her vibrant body overcome by the oral assault. 

Ezekiel heard her sharp gasps as his hands roamed the softly yielding crevice between her buttocks, and surging with still hotter lust, he drew her legs up higher and spread her already splayed lips wider so he could orally fuck her in lewd sensuous circles. He ran his lips around her clitoris, then darted his tongue deep inside her pulsing pussy, feeling her vaginal lips almost puckering and kissing him back with increasing intensity. Mrs. Maddox's buttocks spasmed beneath his touch, and she cried out deliriously as he probed the opening of her anus with his fingertip again. And then, suddenly, he moved downward and levered the tip of his middle finger into the tight pink hole, making her want to scream with torment and pain—but instead she closed her eyes to the wild-fire spreading through her body and moaned with rapture.

"Oh Ezekiel," she mewled automatically, but her thighs pushed closer to his mouth and she leaned back, feeling the goose bumps on her stomach and breasts. She tossed from side to side, her total degradation overwhelming her. Ezekiel licked on and on, moving from vagina to rectal hole to clit with complete freedom, and Mrs. Maddox's body was boiling with the raw, naked flashes of pleasure. Unable to fight them, she raised her desire-drenched loins to the lusting Amish man, submitting gratefully to his slightest whim. She jerked her throbbing, wide-spread sex against his mouth and lips, sunk her buttocks back on his painfully invading finger, reveling in the insane throes of her lustful enchantment.

Before she knew what she was doing, her hands began to move sensuously down over her throbbing breasts, sliding slowly over her smooth flat stomach and settling on either side of her desire inflamed pussy lips. Her fingers stroked indecisively for a moment at the flexing cords of her inner thighs as Ezekiel continued to rain moist teasing kisses all over the tingling crevice and then, with an impatient groan, she pressed her fingers slowly, teasingly apart and spread open the fleshy lips of the moistly throbbing slit, allowing his hungrily probing mouth complete access to her tender pussy.

"Oh, my God! Oh, yes!" she whimpered as his tongue suddenly shot out to flick its hot searing tip around her quivering erected clitoris. Mrs. Maddox's elbows pressed convulsively against her ribs and her head tossed from side to side on the ground as she felt the powerful lips begin to suck, drawing the warm soft folds of her sex deep into the heated cavern of his mouth. 

She groaned huskily from deep in her throat as the hot searching tip of Ezekiel' tongue worked its way up and down the full length of the narrow wet slit, from the base of her belly and downward over the pink-rimmed opening of her clasping vagina and into the crevice of her hungrily clenching buttocks. Her hips ground uncontrollably into the ground as he continued to explore the tightly throbbing little hole of her anus with his middle finger, sending a strange thrill running out of control through her body.

Ezekiel felt her soft wet pubic hair grazing gently against his sun-bronzed cheeks. His hands reached up over the milky flatness of her quivering belly and stroked the soft resilient mounds of her breasts, his fingers tweaking the achingly hard nipples between them to heighten her arousal. He labored enthusiastically as his mouth and tongue worked animal-like between the softly pulsing lips of her glistening labia, his eyes wide open and watching the seemingly agonized contortions of Mrs. Maddox's beautiful face. Her groans drove his tongue faster as it worked its way up and down the streaming crevice and he knew that, once again, the exciting woman was his, his to carry away to utter sexual frenzy.

Ezekiel wanted to bring this ravishing woman to the conclusion that he was the very best lover she had ever had, and he forced her thighs open even wider, lifting them and pushing them up over her body so that her knees touched the outer swells of her breasts, exposing the whole flat plane of her pelvis to his burning gaze. He ran his tongue into the soft-rimmed flesh of her pussy, flicking at it for a moment and then quickly withdrawing it to tease again around the trembling pink edges.

He smiled inwardly as he felt her hands desperately clawing at his hair, trying to guide his face into the palpitating opening of her vagina. He let her force him exactly where she wanted him to go, pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole in her hungrily squirming vaginal split.

As his lips rounded and covered the clasping viscous opening, Ezekiel drove his long slippery tongue deep into the warm throbbing depths of her pussy and was rewarded by the low guttural groan from the writhing woman whose soft white thighs clamped convulsively around his bobbing head. He could feel the smooth moist flesh slipping wetly around his stiffly extended tongue as the inner walls of the invaded vagina opened and closed in tiny, greedy sucking motions, as though the nibbling opening was trying to pull his tongue out by the roots, devouring it alive. Her heels pressed down against his back, pushing his body into a vise-like grip of her thighs until he could barely breathe. His nose was smashed tightly against the tiny hard clitoris above, breathing in the sweet pungent smell of the female lust-juices that were now flowing in abundance from the throbbing open passage of her pussy. The tantalizing scent incited his penis to a hardness he could barely control until he was afraid he would explode his hot semen all over his clothes and the blanket.

Mrs. Maddox's body was lost in the fire of the moment. Every muscle was tensed as she strained her hips upward toward that maddening probe between her legs and she felt wave after wave of goose bumps rippling over her quivering belly and full heaving breasts as Ezekiel's head rocked up and down greedily feasting between her legs. Her lips ovalled and moaned in helpless delight before his attack, and suddenly, Mrs. Maddox felt her body completely leaving her control. Her buttocks jerked back involuntarily as the darting tongue sent helpless spasms of mind-shattering sensation coursing through her raw nerves.

Suddenly Ezekiel pulled his head up from between Mrs. Maddox's legs and stared up at the lovely woman with obscene and glittering eyes. 

Mrs. Maddox moved her hips against the ground, her entire body throbbing and quivering in anticipation, and yes ... yes she wanted Ezekiel' penis deep within her, pulsating with abandonment; she had no morals, no pride ... no reality. Her body reacted with lewd abandon, and she obscenely begged him. "Oh, yes, Ezekiel, fuck me...fuck me...fuck me!"

Quickly Ezekiel moved himself on top of her. Mrs. Maddox reached out with quivering hands and grasped his jerking penis. She teased his purplish shaft of male-flesh as he poised it over her gaping saliva-drenched pussy. Then Ezekiel strained downward, and Mrs. Maddox received his, steel-hard rod up into her hungrily trembling vagina, letting it slip past her wetly petaled pussy-lips, driving it with ease deep up into her naked belly. "Ah," Mrs. Maddox sighed rapturously as he began to pound her loins mercilessly, his sperm-inflated balls slapping hard against her anus where only moments before his middle finger had been and his mouth had licked and his tongue had flicked. 

Mrs. Maddox cried out again from sheer pleasure, and she raised her legs upward to receive even more of his thundering cock. His angry red penis slipped smoothly in and out, his throbbing testicles threatening to burst from his imminent climax, from the increasing need to squirt his burning cum into this receptively open sex.

Mrs. Maddox slid her hands down his gleaming, heaving thighs and rested momentarily on his sinewy white buttocks, then her fingers spread and pulled him toward her gluttonously, while below, her pussy flowered wide in spasming acceptance. It swallowed the whole of his wildly plunging cock with surging desire, and small, piteous pleas of passionate supplication rolled from her fevered lips. She ground faster and faster, groaning and moaning desperately, demonically coupling with a fury unequaled by anything she had ever done, and she couldn't stand any more! She gave a high, unearthly squeal and her loins jerked upwards against the tightly clasped penis sunk deep in her salaciously demanding pussy.

" Oh God! Oh God! I'm coming!"

Ezekiel hammered harder, feeling Mrs. Maddox's vaginal walls contract and seep the warm fluids of her beginning orgasm. She rose up from the ground and pressed against his pubic hair, rotating with renewed fire. Then he felt the hot white sperm in his scrotum bubble up and then he was lost in the incredible force of his powerful ejaculation which sprayed the insides of her pussy, filling her as full as he had so many times before. The rich milk spurted, and the white overflow cascaded from the wide-split hole of Mrs. Maddox's wildly spasming pussy.

They lay still for a few moments, the contorting of their bodies gradually subsiding. Then Ezekiel rolled off her with a groan, and pulled himself to a sitting position on the ground beside her. 

Mrs. Maddox spoke first, "Ezekiel I would like to have your baby."

"I, too, would like this."

"Can I raise him?"

"Yes, of course."

"Ezekiel."

"Yes."

"I love you."

=//=



Amish Country Blues



Then Tommy began to ejaculate into her and stabbed his penis as far into her as he could. The head of his penis slammed into her cervix and she lurched from the force. As she did so the folds of her dress uncovered her head just enough so that Tommy and Ezekiel could see the dazed look of fulfillment on her face, she was biting her lower lip as her face pressed against the workbench. This was the first time Tommy had seen her face and the scene was burned into his mind. 

Tommy finished and pulled his penis out and replaced it in his trousers. He looked to Ezekiel and nodded as if to say "done".

Ezekiel escorted Tommy to his truck and finally spoke as Tommy started the engine, "Same time, two nights hence." Then turned and went into the house.

=//=

The Amish consider the enjoyment of physical pleasure a taboo act: The pursuit of pleasure is the surest way to ruin the Amish simple way of life. This is what haunted Hannah Yoder following the incident with the English man, Tommy Maddox. She had gone into the house and forced herself to appear normal. But things were not normal. She had experienced an orgasm for the first time in her life. And it had been enjoyable for her. She lay awake that night, staring at the ceiling, remembering the fullness of his penetration, his relentless pressure, the warm glow of the orgasm as it washed over her. She rubbed her legs together as she remembered him inside her, and she began to come again, a mild yet unmistakable tremor rocked her body. She sighed, turned on her side and went to sleep.

Ezekiel Yoder realized that to inform the congregational elders was to court disaster. They would not understand his intentions; then again after seeing the English penetrate his wife and his confusing reaction to witnessing it, he was not entirely sure if he understood it any longer. But he was committed to seeing this through; it was their only hope for a family.

Ezekiel began to recall the strange excitement he had felt watching his wife as she was penetrated from behind by the massive penis of the English. Again he felt the excitement build in his loins, he was becoming hard. As he walked the growing erection rubbed against the leg of his trousers and soon he had ejaculated down his leg. Relief, followed by a stinging sense of remorse and guilt gripped him. He worried that there was something wrong with him. So focused on his guilt, it never occurred to him that his wife, Hannah, was equally conflicted.

Meanwhile, Tommy had no such concerns. He was feeling the triumphant pride of a successful sexual encounter. He didn't want to wash immediately, when he got home he went to his room and disrobed, holding his underwear to his face and smelling the thickly sweet smell of Mrs. Yoder. He became instantly aroused and found that his memory of her was still vivid in his mind's eye. He touched himself and the vision of her face pressed against the work bench leapt to the fore. Just a few strokes and the ecstasy overwhelmed him. He decided to savor this scent as long as he could; he would save this underwear forever.

=//=

Wednesday could not arrive soon enough for Tommy. He worked hard around the farm and found that if he worked diligently the time passed a little quicker. When the time finally came to depart for the Yoder's house, he had a raging hard on before he even left his own driveway. "I hope I can last." He mused.

He pulled into the drive as he had the first time and just as before Mr. Yoder met him and led him to the barn. This time, however, Mrs. Yoder was already present, lamp burning, waiting. Tommy thought he saw a smile crease her face before she turned to the work bench, and as before pulled the folds of her dress over her back, and pulled her panties down to her mid-thighs.

Tommy for his part knew what was expected this time, and he moved into position, removed his thickening penis and pumped it to full measure. He placed the head of the thick phallus at her opening and pressed forward, sinking easily into her. Wow, he thought, she's wet tonight.

Hannah had anticipated this moment for two full days. She was ready when he pressed forward his first time, so wet she had been dripping down her legs as she awaited his arrival. She realized that she could not show any outward signs of enjoyment, she had to disguise the effect this English had on her.

Tommy set up a rhythm pressing in and out of Mrs. Yoder's vagina. However, he was very deliberate in the pace; he had thought that he could last a little longer, savoring the moment, if he was a little slower.

Ezekiel stood as before and watched Tommy begin penetrating his wife. Knowing what to expect this time didn't diminish the excitement of watching this huge penis slide in and out of Hannah's pussy.

Just as they began in earnest, a shout was heard from the direction of the house, followed by a horn blast from a car. Tommy froze and looked to Ezekiel. Hannah made no move at all, pinned as she was to the Work bench.

Ezekiel said, "Wait here, I will see to it, and be back," whereupon he left the barn and walked into the pitch black of the night.

Tommy stood there; erect penis buried in Hannah's bent form, hands on his hips wondering what was up. Looking down at the female form beneath him he felt compelled to say something to her. He thought of commenting her, or maybe he should just chat about something innocuous. He finally said the one thing he probably should not have said in this situation; "I really enjoy making love to you." He said sincerely.

Hannah, pinned as she was did not know how to respond, still, she thought frantically for something to say. Ezekiel had warned her not to converse at all, but the situation was so compelling a response seemed to be demanded of her. "I, too, have enjoyed it." She said meekly.

Tommy realized that this was the first time he had heard her voice. He shifted his weight slightly, having not moved since Ezekiel had left, and his penis moved just perceptibly. Hannah mewed at the slight movement and Tommy chanced a little more pressure into her wet folds. Hannah pressed back against him and mewed again.

Ezekiel reappeared and explained, "The sheriff was in the area and wanted to drop off the tack that was removed from our horse. He has left and we may proceed." He then returned to his place against the wall.

Tommy wasted no time getting started again, he picked up the pace this time and when he began his orgasm he started chanting out loud, "Oh yea... Oh yea... so good..."

Ezekiel was shocked and was on the verge of stopping the English from this verbal spectacle. He was also distracted from his wife and didn't notice she was actively bucking back against Tommy's relentless pounding, obviously enjoying the entire episode.

Hannah bit her lip hard as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her. 

The two participants huffed and puffed as they slowly separated and as before, they dressed and parted company.

Ezekiel as before instructed Tommy that the next visit would occur, this time, "On the Monday next, as I have a previous obligation."

"Monday, then." Tommy said as he waved good bye.

=//=

Hannah recounted in her mind what Tommy had said to her as she lay beneath him. He had said "he enjoyed making love" to her. He was "making love"? Hannah's conception of intercourse was that it was what a wife did for her husband to continue the family, their way of life. But now this man said he was "making love". She was confused, but at the same time her interest was piqued at the notion that she had made love to him. And she had enjoyed it immensely, not once, but twice.

She woke from her sleep that night panting and sweating profusely. She had been dreaming of the events in the barn, she imagined that she could see Tommy's penis, something she had not done in reality, but so overpowering that it had jarred her from her slumber. She began to wonder if there was a way to see him...and his penis. Maybe they would meet alone somewhere, but that was just a silly dream. She slept wondering just how much of her dream would become real and how much would remain fantasy.

=//=

Ezekiel gave Hannah instructions on feeding the livestock; he would be gone for three days to help rebuild a distant neighbor's barn that had burned after a lightning strike. Normally she would accompany him, but as their horse had been lost, there was no way to travel back and forth to care for the farm. She would stay behind and care for the farm and he would bunk at their uncle's house.

Hannah found it difficult to keep her mind on her chores. She continually drifted off into a daydream of Tommy. One minute she would dream of what he had said to her, the next she would be wondering if he found her attractive. That first evening alone she actually seemed to relish the house to herself. She lingered at her bathing, something she had never done before. Bathing was a requirement, not something to be enjoyed, but that is exactly what she was doing. She was enjoying the time alone... with her thoughts of Tommy. She slept with dreams of Tommy "making love" to her.

Friday Tommy had to go into town for feed and noticed that the Yoder's carriage was still sitting, abandoned, beside the road. He resolved to help them get it back home if he could; it was the least he could do, he thought.

He tried not to waste too much time in town. He loaded as quickly as the feed was ready and drove back toward home. He came upon the carriage, pulled alongside it and parked. He looked at the two long tongues that the horse attached to, and realized he could just fasten them to the hitch on his truck. He went about lashing the carriage to the truck and when he was satisfied it would hold he gave it a try. His lashing seemed to work so he began towing the carriage slowly toward the Yoder's farm.

The sun had gone down and now the lingering light of the day's end made the way to the Yoder house seem like a destination rather than a delivery. Tommy pulled the carriage close to the barn and jumped out of the truck to begin unlashing the tongue from the hitch. As he loosed the last of the lashes, he felt more than saw a still form beside him. He looked more closely and saw Mrs. Yoder standing, arms crossed with a shawl about her shoulders, just a few feet from him.

"I thought I had better get this off the road for you...Where would you like it?" Tommy said with a smile.

Hannah looked intently and answered, "In the barn would suffice."

Tommy turned the tongue and began to pull the carriage towards the barn. Hannah opened the door to the barn and lit a lamp. Tommy stopped just as the carriage was fully into the barn, and dropped the tongue with a "bang" that surprised them both.

Just then Tommy saw Hannah chance a glance toward the work bench, the place that "it" had happened between them. It looked like she had blushed for just an instant.

"Where is Mr. Yoder this evening?" Tommy wondered aloud.

"He is with family, for a barn raising." Hannah explained.

"Oh...well let him know I stopped by." Tommy said, realizing he may have been presumptuous by his actions. 

Just as Tommy turned to leave, Hannah blurted out, "Thank you!" With much more emphasis than was required for the situation, telegraphing her anxiousness.

Tommy wasn't sure why she had thanked him in so forceful a manner. Was it for the carriage or, perhaps it was for something else...

"You're welcome...Hannah, isn't it? Your name, that is."

"Yes." She said shyly, wringing her hands in front of her.

Even Tommy, who was certainly not well schooled in reading such emotions could see she was nervous.

Tommy thought of something nice to say that would relax the situation, "I can't wait for Monday, how 'bout you?"

Hannah stiffened like she had been shot. The commonly used phrase "I can't wait" is an expression of anxious anticipation, but this is not an expression known to the Amish. The meaning for Hannah was that he "couldn't wait" therefore he wished to proceed now.

Hannah looked directly into Tommy's eyes and asked, "Would Thee prefer the house to here?"

Tommy was unsure of her intention, but it seemed to him that she was inviting him to the house. "The house would be fine." He said smiling. 

Hannah turned and walked to the house, Tommy followed. As she walked Hannah's mind raced, grasping for any way she could get a glimpse of his penis. It was something that adult Amish man would not allow. Then an idea came to her. After she closed the door behind Tommy, she turned and led him to the kitchen, where a kettle of water was simmering on the wood stove. She grabbed a wash pan and placed hot water into it, then cooled it with a like amount of cold water. She retrieved a wash cloth and handed it to Tommy, saying, "Thee may wash here, if thee please."

Tommy smiled, no longer wondering what was to happen. He took the cloth, dropped his trousers and underwear to his knees and began washing his meaty penis.

Hannah watched as he washed and instantly felt tightness in her stomach, a sudden faintness made her knees weak, she pulled a chair out and sat, never taking her eyes off Tommy's huge manhood.

Tommy placed the cloth in the pan and stated, "Done!"

Hannah blushed, stood and led him to the bedroom upstairs. 

Turning to face him, Hannah was looking in Tommy's eyes as their lips met for their first kiss. She shook with the exhilaration of the act. The Amish did not show affection in this manner and it made her head spin. He was so soft but firm with her. She was completely lost in Tommy's eyes and his kiss. She let her hands roam over his back and arms. He was pulling her closer, his hands pressed at the small of her back. He slipped a thigh between her legs as he pushed his hands inside her blouse. Hannah trembled with both fear and excitement. His hands were so warm and she could feel their strength. She broke the kiss and without a word led him to the bed. She had wondered what he looked like naked and now she was going to find out. 

She turned back to Tommy who was standing at the foot of the bed. She took a step to him and placed her hands on his chest. She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it open. She rubbed her palms all over his chest, and leaned in to smell his musk. She moved to his jeans, she unbuttoned and unzipped them and pushed them down over his buttocks. Hannah moved her hands to the front of Tommy's underwear and felt him hot and hard. She traced her fingernails over the bulge of his cock. She lowered herself to her knees and pushed Tommy's jeans down further and then pushed the underwear down, freeing his beautifully hard dick. Hannah brought her hands up the inside of Tommy's thighs and cupped his balls in one hand and took hold of him with the other. She began to stroke Tommy's hardness slowly while looking up at the pleasure on his face. 

Hannah was becoming terribly hot by this time. She needed this penis, Tommy's penis, to fill her pussy. She stood and pushed him back onto the bed. Hannah pulled her dress and blouse over her head to reveal her full breasts and hard nipples. She struggled to remove her panties. She hurriedly straddled Tommy and guided him into her. She moved down him slowly, wanting only to feel as much as possible. It felt so good inside her. Hannah started moving on his penis letting it fill her full and then moving up until he almost fell out. 

As her desire grew, so did her motions, faster and harder she fucked a very willing Tommy. He placed his hands on her hips helping to hold her as he met her thrusts. They fucked furiously until she felt him growing even harder in her pussy. Then she felt him tense and as he fucked her. She was so excited that he was close; she felt her own climax coming. After a few more hard strokes they both came together, his hot seed spilling deep within her quivering womb. She collapsed on his chest breathing hard, his heart pounding in her ears, and then she began to doze off. She fell asleep as Tommy caressed her gently.

Tommy couldn't believe it, he had made love to this wonderful woman -- in a bed -- and it was her idea. He lay there too excited to sleep; he wanted to wake her to talk to her, to kiss her, to love her again. Slowly his penis began to regain its earlier hardness.

Hannah stirred from her sleep and realized Tommy was ready to go again. She had never had intercourse twice in the same night before and was eager to try again.

As Tommy rested his cock head partway inside her, he ran his fingertips around her breasts. Hannah quivered, and jerked back toward the pillow. Without any hesitation, he slid a little further into her. She made an approving noise, and then said, "Oh, yes."

With her on her left side, and with her right leg over his side, it was easy for Tommy to see he had yet to fully enter her. As he started to push, she was still relaxed from her previous orgasm, and she opened up with no resistance. He went in easily, and she wiggled in pleasure. Tommy thrust further into her pussy. Hannah was mindless. She had arrived in heaven. 

Tommy couldn't get all the way in with one thrust, so he stopped and gave her a chance to adjust and to push with him. They gradually pushed together, and he gave little jerks as tremors passed through her crotch. She squirmed and rotated and pushed, gasping for air. 

Tommy was deep inside Hannah. She was impaled like never before. She was babbling, with a kind of guttural laughing. Kind of like a huffing, stuttering sound. 

They were at the peak of their adventure. She was wide open and totally at his mercy. She just hung on to Tommy. Rather than thrust wildly, he continued to push steadily up inside her as far as he could reach, until she let out a deep groan. "Ooooh my, please. Please." 

Tommy began a slow withdrawal, then began to slowly slide back in. 

It just seemed natural, and they each began slow undulations, alternating with slow pushes back and forth inside her. She was completely beyond thought. Just impaling her and getting fucked like never before in her life. She was beyond any previous self-restraint. She was blissful. All their smells were mingled together, into one tangy, sweet aroma. They just floated in a mutual sexual haze.

Tommy was excited, and his thrusts began to take on their own life. Hannah felt it building, and so did Tommy. She began to moan and Tommy plunged faster and faster. Her head was back, her eyes closed, her teeth showing. Her breasts were bobbing, her back arched, as Tommy plunged harder and harder. She was crying out, "Oh, oh, oh, aaaaaaahhhhhhh." Her noises were getting higher pitched. 

They came for what seemed like several minutes, and they lay together, shaking, and jerking. For a while, they lay motionless, just getting their composure. Tommy withdrew, and let Hannah fall back on the mattress. As she collapsed against the bed, Tommy plopped out of her, with a trail of semen reaching from his softening penis to her furry entry. 

Tommy rolled over and kissed her on the mouth, and she kissed him back passionately, with hunger. She had tears streaming down her cheeks, totally absorbed in her feelings. Tommy flopped back and then rolled over to give her a second kiss, which she returned with the same hunger that he had just kissed her.

Hannah stirred first and with a smile said, "Thee should go."

Tommy kissed her on the cheek and dressed to leave. As he walked across the yard to his truck he heard her call from the door, "A moment please!" He turned and walked back to the porch. He could see she was bothered by something.

Hannah desperately wanted to express herself to this wonderful man, but what could she say to him? Then it hit her, she remembered what he had said to her when they first spoke, "I enjoyed making love with you."

Tommy smiled a huge grin, and replied, "I love you too."




Amish Country Blues



Hannah realized that this was different, "I love you too" had a different meaning. A flicker of emotion caught in her throat, she began to speak, cleared her throat and began again, "Tomorrow?" Was all she could muster before the flood of emotion overwhelmed her.

"Tomorrow? Sure!" Tommy announced, visibly pleased.

=//=

Tommy slept like a log. When morning came he worked diligently to finish early so he could take an extra long shower in preparation for the evening with Hannah Yoder. He smiled and whistled as he finished up, his mother taking special notice of the change in her son. 

"What has gotten in to you?" She asked Tommy.

"Oh, nothing really." He responded.

She wasn't buying it. "There's only one thing that cheers a man up this way...What's her name?" She asked deviously.

"Oh, Mom..."

"Come on now, tell your mom."

"Her name is Hannah," he admitted, "but you don't know her." Tommy added quickly.

"Well, be safe honey."

"Sure mom." He said and quickly left.

Hannah was frantic by the time he arrived. She had nearly burst with anticipation of his visit, but as he drove in and parked she began to shake with the excitement for the impending coupling. She met him at the door and hugged him, releasing some of the pent up emotion. 

Tommy was taken aback, she had certainly changed for the better, but no longer was she the reserved Amish wife. She was clinging to him as he bent down to place a kiss on her head. She responded by kissing him back fully on the lips.

Without pretense she led him to the bedroom and they both stripped bare and got into the bed. She felt his tangling fingers pull her by the hair until her lips were crushed against his, her lips contorting against his in a grotesque manner. His hands moved to her shoulders and twisted her body harshly until she fell on her back on the bed. Tommy rolled himself full length on top of her and she twisted and squirmed, smashing her hips against the hard penis pressing against her wildly rocking belly. 

"Oh, thee are large," she whimpered uncontrollably as he drew his hand up tight against the warmly swelling moistness of her vagina, searching for the tight elastic little opening.

"And you are so wonderful." He said.

Hannah had never been told she was "wonderful" before. She decided she liked it greatly.

He worked at her hotly quivering vaginal lips now, slowly parting the thinly curling pubic hairs and insinuating his fingers, hurting slightly at first so that she gasped and bit down on her lips to stem the pain.

"Oh, hurry! Please!" she whimpered through contorted lips, flailing her head from side to side on the spongy, sweat soaked material of the bed.

She shuddered expectantly as his hands pushed her thighs apart, stretching her vagina until it lay before him in a flat exposed plain. Her legs snaked out on either side of his body and her calves locked against the backs of his legs. He grasped his hard aching Penis in his hand and then Hannah felt the lips around her softly quivering vagina slowly stretching open. The elastic rimmed tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way before the hard cruel pressure.

"Ooooooh," she groaned as it slithered deep inside her belly.

Tommy shoved again slowly forward, and then suddenly he could stand it no more, and he rammed into her with everything he had, sinking the lust-inflated Penis all the way to the deepest recesses of her warmly accepting young belly. He could feel the soft, sperm-filled sac of his balls slap tightly against her jerking buttocks and her legs kicked out in the air from the relentless onward pressure. But she responded like a creature from his wildest dreams, digging her heels into the bed and grinding her wetly clasping vagina back up his smoothly skewering shaft, begging for more of the cruel treatment. 

He could hardly contain himself as her grunts of pleasure resounded through the thick sex filled air. He set up a quick rhythmic fucking motion, further incited by the flat smack of naked flesh on naked flesh as his belly smacked heavily against hers with each lust-heated stroke. It seemed impossible, but it was true: he was ramming that hard thick Penis up into the warmly quivering confines of this Amish woman's vagina and she loved every minute of it ... it took the utmost of his self-control to hold off from coming instantly into the softly squeezing walls of her vagina.

"Oh, Ooooooh, Arhgh," she groaned as it pushed with greater force through the hotly pulsating passage. "Oh, Tommy," the sounds came incoherently around the swabbing tongue sunk deep in her throat.

He dropped his body heavily down on her, smashing the full ripe tits tightly against his heaving chest. He reached back grabbing her ankles and pushing them brutally back over her shoulders, until she was rolled up into a tight round ball of helplessness beneath him. His shoulders pushing against the backs of her full rounded calves kept her locked in that vulnerable position as he fucked heavily into her. 

Reaching beneath them, he forced his hands between the bed and the full white cheeks of her ass, kneading the warm soft flesh and pulling the gently rotating cheeks further apart. He could feel the hot smooth walls of her tightly clasping vagina sucking hungrily at his aching Penis, convulsing tightly around his rapidly plunging hardness. Then, before he could begin another thought, he felt it begin for her.

"Aaaaaagh!" she screamed up into his mouth and her body tossed under him, slipping and churning in a furious spasm.

"I'm coming. I'm coming too," he mumbled over and over to himself, speeding up the already furious rhythm of his strokes. He could feel the hot white cum building up inside his heated balls as they beat hard against her wildly gyrating upturned ass. But he couldn't let it stop! He was going to spurt his boiling semen into this woman's sweet little belly until she was filled to the bursting point with their dual mixture of hotly gushing cum juice ... and then, before he could complete the thought, he could feel it, the muscles of her vagina clasping voraciously around him and massaging his Penis to a flooding hugeness that threatened to split her womb. 

He could feel his breath becoming ragged and short, his Penis jerking and stiffening even larger. He could sense the sensation of hot white cum spewing now out of the wildly jerking head and shooting up into her like liquid fire, ricocheting around inside her hotly convulsing vaginal walls like thick burning streams of molten lava. In a cascade of passion the lovers exploded into a mutual orgasm, convulsing to exhaustion, slowing, and then, falling asleep.

Tommy woke and left her asleep. He would be back on Monday to service her in the barn he thought, but his mind was already working out how he could be with her like this again. He hoped, he could be with her, but he began to realize the end of the affair was close at hand.

=//=

Sunday, the Sabbath. Ezekiel had purchased a new horse and rode it to services, Hannah had ridden with neighbors. Upon retuning home Hannah remembered to inform her husband that the English had brought the carriage home.

"I like this English." Ezekiel admitted.

"He seems nice." Hannah added. Monday couldn't arrive soon enough for her.

Tommy drove into the Yoder's yard and parked. He looked longingly at the house, sighed and walked to the barn. The Yoder's were there already and Ezekiel greeted him with a wave and a smile.

Hannah dropped what she was doing and walked to the work bench. As before she took up her position and awaited Tommy's penetration. Tommy walked up and loosed his penis, stroked it to full length and entered her. As he stroked he thought he heard Hannah moaning beneath him.

Hannah, concealed by her dress, sobbed tears of sadness; Ezekiel had decided this was to be the last service for a while. They would wait to see if she had "taken" his seed.

Afterwards, Hannah watched as Ezekiel explained the conclusion of the deal, and that his services were no longer necessary. It looked to her that Tommy appeared disappointed at the news. She certainly was.

=//=

Tommy agonized over the turn of events. He hadn't imagined that there was an end to the affair. Perhaps he could call on Hannah when Ezekiel wasn't around? But when would that be? Would she be receptive? He had more questions than answers.

Several months later, spring had come, and Tommy was driving to town. As he crested a small rise he came upon a familiar sight, an Amish carriage pulled by a trotting horse. He looked intently as he passed and for an instant thought he had seen Hannah. He began to wonder if she had become pregnant. He smiled remembering her warm loving embrace.

Summer came and went, and fall was already in full swing when Tommy saw a familiar figure walking toward him as he shut the barn door. 

Ezekiel Yoder strode the last few steps toward the English and broke into a big grin. "Hello." He said as he thrust his hand out to shake Tommy's.

"Well, well, what brings you around Mr. Yoder?"

"I have business with you. May we talk?"

"Business? Hannah..." Tommy started to ask.

Ezekiel saw the puzzled look and interjected, "No, Hannah bore a son just two months ago." Proudly beaming a big smile of satisfaction. This is for my brothers' wives.

"Wives?" Tommy asked. 

"Yes, I have four brothers."

Tommy smiled inwardly, how could a man be so lucky?

=//=