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Rumspringa

By: luvjuice43



It was late in the afternoon by the time I checked into my hotel room for a short stay in Tampa. Since it had been a long day I headed down to the bar for a good stiff drink to relax and cool off. It was too early for the business crowd and there was only one other person there, a young woman who appeared to be in her late teens or early twenties. The bartender was busy getting set up and told us she would be with us shortly.

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There was something strangely interesting about the young woman sitting a few tables away. She was very plainly dressed in rather ill fitting, homemade cotton dress and smock, oxford type shoes with white socks folded down to her ankles. She looked like a country girl who just came to town. Her hair was braided and the braids were wrapped around the top of her head. She wore no make-up or jewelry. At first I thought she might be Amish but she did not wear the little white cap Amish women usually wear.

She looked my way several times and when I looked back and smiled she would lower her head as if embarrassed without smiling. I thought how silly it was to sit at separate tables since we were the only two people in the place so I moved over to her table. 

I started to introduce myself in my usual friendly way but for some strange reason without so much as a smile I almost demand, "What's your name?" 

She looked up briefly then lowered her head submissively saying, "Gretchen". 

Without asking I pulled out a chair and sat down. That wasn't like me at all. A waitress came over and asked what we wanted to drink and again without asking Gretchen I told her that we would have two bourbons with water. Gretchen did not show any sign of approval or disapproval. 

The waitress asked Gretchen for an ID and she produced a driver's license from the pocket of her smock. She gave it a quick look and handed it back. As soon as the waitress left our table I took the ID out of her pocket and gave it a close look, Then name on the driver's license was Gretchen and that she was twenty-one but it was clearly not the girl I was sitting beside. I slipped it back into the pocket of she smock and did not question her.

Our conversation, if you can call it that, was mostly my asking questions and Gretchen looking down and giving short, specific answers. For some strange reason I was becoming very comfortable being in control of the very submissive young girl and almost demanded information from her; she responded to my demands in a very submissive manner. 

Soon the bar was bustling with businessmen and women and Gretchen seemed to be relaxing a bit from the bourbon. My questions became more personal but she continued to respond. If she hesitated I would use a more demanding tone then she would respond. 

She hesitated and showed embarrassment when I asked if she was a virgin but she answered any way, "No." 

I asked her who took her virginity and she told me it was a neighbor who owned the farm beside her families' farm. 

When I asked how old she had been she responded, "I had just turned 18." 

I became more emboldened by her submissiveness and pushed the limits to see how far she would go. I asked, "Did you like it?" 

Her answer was, "Sorta." 

I moved my hand to her thigh and demanded, "Tell me about losing your virginity." She breathed deeply and sat quietly for several minutes then she began.

"My friend Ruben and I sneaked off from a community barn raising and went to a neighbor's barn. We were playing around in the hay, making out, and touching each other through our clothes. Ruben told me to unbutton his britches and touch him. After a few minutes of touching him I wanted to see what "it" looked like so I took "it" out and looked it over carefully before putting it back in his britches. Then he wanted to see up my dress so I let him lift it up and look between my legs. He moved the bottom of my panties aside so he could see everything then he started touching me with his fingers. His fingers felt so good touching me that I did not stop him. 

All of a sudden a deep voice hollered out, 'Boy what are you doing to that child?' 

It was Elder Dirkenmier, the owner of the barn. Ruben jumped up trying to button his britches as Elder Dirkenmier took a stick to him and chased him out of the barn. I quickly adjusted my panties and pulled my dress down by the time he turned back to me. 

His eyes were wild when he told me, 'Your daddy will be giving you a thrashing tonight.' I began crying. 

He moved closer to me and asked if that boy had damaged me. He was close enough to me that I could smell his saw dust and sweat covered clothes as I shook my head, no, even though I did not know what he meant by 'damaged'.

He looked me over as I begged him not to tell my father. I assured him that I had learned my lesson. 

He shook his head as he continued to look me over then said, 'My child I will have to make sure that boy did not damage you. Lift your dress up.' I didn't really want to but I had been taught to obey the church elders. 

I lifted my dress up to my waist and the elder looked me over before putting his hand low on the front of my panties and asked, 'Did that boy put his hand here child?' 

I nodded my head, yes. 

Then his fingers moved between my legs and he asked again, 'Did the boy touch you here child?' 

Again I nodded, yes. 

His hand moved into the waist band of my panties and pulled them down to my knees. He moved his fingers into my thick hair and opened my lips, asking, 'Did he touch you here child?' 

I nodded my head but did not let him know that it felt good just like it had when Ruben touched me there.

With his fingers still moving in the slit between my legs he asked, 'Child, did you also touch the boy's private places?' 

At first I hesitated I wanted to lie and say no but I nodded my head, yes. 

'Then show me where you touched him.' He demanded. 

I reached out to the front of his britches and laid my hand on his large object. 'Is that the only way you touched him?' he asked. 

I shook my head, no, and immediately wondered if I would have to touch him in his britches. I did not have to wonder long, he looked at me sternly and said, 

'Show me how you touched the boy.' My fingers shook as I tried to open his buttons before I reached into the elder's britches and touched his much larger staff. 

Almost immediately it jumped out the front of his britches without my help. The tip was covered with skin but something dark purple began to move out of the skin. It continued to crawl out of the skin and I noticed it had a slit on the very top. Except for the color it reminded me of our bull and how its long pinkish staff grew out of the bull's belly. 

'Did the boy make you kiss his staff?' 

I shook my head, no, but did not tell him that I would have if he had not caught us when he did.

The elder let me hold him in my hand for several minutes before he moved way and picked up a bale of hay and stacked it on top of another bale. I wondered what he was going to do when he took my arm and turned me to face the stack of bales. He directed me to bend across the bales then he lifted the back of my dress. I felt his big rough hands on my hips then my bottom. I turned my head to look back and saw him with his big staff in his hand moving it against me. 

His big staff moved between the cheeks of my bottom and into my lips. He moved the fully exposed purple head up and down and gave me great pleasure. Then I felt a great deal of pressure against my opening, I cried out to let him know of my discomfort. The discomfort was quickly replaced by a sudden stab of pain that made me cry out. I felt like I was being torn open then filled by a hot iron. Elder Dirkenmier held me tightly by my hips and thrust in me again and again. The pain was soon replaced by the pressure of being filled completely then by pleasure of his movement in and out of me. 

I heard him grunting then he pulled out of me and I felt a warm wet sensation on my cheeks. He stepped back and I saw his once large staff shrunken and covered with a slimy liquid. 

As he put his shrunken staff into his britches he said, 'We shall not speak of this to anyone my child. Do you understand?' 

I nodded my head in agreement as I felt the wet stuff cooling on my bottom. I cleaned myself with the hem of my dress then pulled up my panties."

I moved my hand over her thigh and asked, "Was that the only time the Elder fucked you?" 

She shook her head no and blushed at my vulgar language and then told me she had let him have her several times after that. 

She added, "He was a widower and had no wife to give him pleasure. He was kind to me so I wanted to give him pleasure." 

I asked, "Did he also give you pleasure?" 

"Yes, he gave me pleasure. He also let me take Ruben to his barn again, sometimes while he hid and watched us then he would take me again after Ruben left." 

I added, "It seems like you like to be 'taken' by men". 

She replied, "That is all I know I guess."

She surprised me again by asking my permission to go to the restroom. I consented but told her that she must do something for me, "When you go to relieve yourself you must remove your panties, fold them neatly and bring them back to me." 

She did not react or respond but got up and left the table. When she returned to the table, she sat down close beside me and discreetly handed me her neatly folded white cotton "granny" panties under the table. 

I lifted them to my nose and inhaled her scent and told her how much her scent excited me. "Reach over and touch me to see how much you excite me." 

Without hesitation or checking to see if anyone was looking she laid her hand in my lap and gently squeezed my cock. I could tell by the rise and fall of her chest that she was also getting excited. 

I asked, "Would you like me to fuck you?" 

Again she lowered her head, looked into her hands in her lap, and answered, "Yes"

With my hand on her thigh I started raising her long dress up just above her knees. I found out she did not shave her legs they were covered with downy soft hair. I told her that I wanted her to open her legs when the guys at the next table looked our way. I could see her already heavy breathing increase more as she waited for the right time. When one of the men looked our way she did as she was told and opened her legs. The man told her budies and they all looked our way. The men acknowledged her with a big smile and she turned back to me; her face was flushed with embarrassment and excitement.

We soon left the bar and headed to my room. We stood at the elevator briefly with several couples waiting for the ride up. When the doors opened we filed to the back as people filled the car. I put my hands on her hips as she stood in front of me during our ride and pulled her against my hard cock then moved one of her hands between us so she could feel me. 

After the first stop several people got off then we continued up again. I raised the back of her dress and exposed her bare ass against my front then moved my hand under her dress and around to her front. My fingers explored her pubic triangle before moving lower into the folds of her cunt. Others exited at the next stop and there was only one other person keeping us company, a business woman in her mid forties who looked at us standing against each other and smiled. I took a half step back and exposed Gretchen's ass, the woman blushed, smiled again and turned to face the door. When we exited the elevator I told her to have a good evening. She turned and smiled at us before walking down the hall in the opposite direction.

Once In the room I had Gretchen to bend over and place her hands on the bed. I moved behind her and lifted the back of her dress exposing her milk white legs and flanks. I dropped to my knees and began to kiss her firm, round cheeks before opening them to expose her thick, dark pubic hair. My lips moved low to kiss her swollen vulva as my nose pressed against the tight hole of her ass. 

As I breathed in I caught her musky aroma, my tongue darted out to explorer the folds of her vulva and to taste her sweet nectar. She began to purr like a kitten as I lapped the juices pouring from her opening. I moved higher so my tongue could brush aside the wisps of dark hair and dance around the rim of her ass.

I quickly tired of straining my neck to gain access to her juicy nooks and crannies and moved her to sit on the bed. I pulled her head to my lips and kissed her passionately but it was evident that she had little experience kissing. I sat back on my heels and lifted her foot to my chest and began to untie and remove her shoe and sock. She giggled as I covered her foot with kisses then took each of her toes into my mouth. Her arms and legs quickly broke out with goose bumps and she gasped to get her breath. I lowered her foot then picked up the other one and repeated the process. I ran my hands up her legs feeling the downy soft hair that covered them then I pushed her knees open and moved between them. I pushed her back on the bed and lifted each foot to one of my shoulders then moved my face close to the thick triangle of dark pubic hair.

Her womanly secrets were not completely hidden by the by her vulva and thick hair; her inner lips protruded along the slit all the way to her gushing vagina. Her scent was heady and the curly hair along her slit was glistening with her juices. I first kissed the inside of her thighs before moving to the hair covered shelf on each side of her swollen lips. I moved lower and let my tongue probe the well which over flowed with her sweet juices. As my tongue worked to lap up her juices I slipped a finger into the tight hole of her ass. 

I looked up and saw her eyes widen then she let out, "Oh my goodness!" I lowered my head and continued enjoying her scent and taste. 

Soon she moved her hands to my head and started moving her hips to meet the lapping of my tongue. Her purring changed to deep moans and her breathing increased. I sucked her clit between my lips and my tongue danced over her pleasure pearl. She came in a flurry of moments and deep grunts before collapsing on the bed. 

I moved up to her and demanded, "Taste your sweet nectar on my lips." She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my mouth moving her tongue over my lips.

We lay together in each other's arms and talked and kissed. For the first time since we met earlier that afternoon I saw her smile. She explained about the Amish Rite of Rumspringa where young people could leave the community to learn about life outside their community before deciding if they want to commit to the life in the community. 

She told me, "I have not had sex except with my dress pushed up; I have never been naked with a man before." 

I sat up and told her to stand in front of me and remove her clothes. She obeyed and removed her smock then unbuttoned her dress and stepped out of it. She did not wear a bra as such but rather an old fashioned button type top. I was absolutely amazed at the beauty that was uncovered beneath the frumpy, ill-fitting, homemade clothes. 

When she removed her dress it was apparent that she not only did not shave her legs but her underarms as well. I had gotten used to that during my active duty years in Germany since most women did not shave there either. I stood up and removed my clothes so she could see her first naked man. I let her hold my hard cock in her hand to study it carefully. After a careful study she leaned forward and gave it a light kiss.

I had Gretchen to model for me so I could enjoy the perfect symmetry of her body as she moved in front of me. I took her in my arms and kissed her back, shoulders and front before pushing her beautiful tits together and sucking her pinkish, rose colored nipples into my mouth. Her moaning and deep breathing increased as I pushed her on to the bed and opened her legs to throw across my shoulders. 

I taught her how to put a rubber on my cock then sunk it to the hilt and began to grind my pelvis into hers'. Her moans quickly turned into deep grunts as she tried to meet my thrusts but was unable to because I had her pinned to the bed. Realizing that she could not move she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me closer pounding my back with her fists. She came again gasping for breath and grunting deeply from her throat. We froze in time trying to recover and get our breath. I was not finished my balls still held a full load ready to deliver into the nipple tip of the latex sheath encasing my cock.

I rolled Gretchen on top of me so she could sit up and cool off a bit. Once we regained our composure I instructed her how she could move and be in complete control. My hands moved up to let my fingers play with her again hard nipples. She tried several different movements to find one that would work best for her. I showed her how she could even move her fingers to her clit while she moved. She soon found the best movement and quickly picked up a rhythm to bring her to another orgasm. She raised her hands into the air and began to chant something in German as if she was worshipping. Her hips moved faster and faster as she cried out. The complete experience was so over whelming that I let go a flood of creamy liquid that quickly filled the tip of the rubber and spread up my shaft.

We rested for a while then took a shower together; it was her very first shower. Her family bathed in a galvanized tub pulled into the kitchen at night so they could get hot water from the reservoir of the kitchen wood stove after cooking dinner. We took our time washing each other carefully so we could explorer each other's bodies. By the time our washing was complete I had another raging hard-on and placed Gretchen's hands against the shower wall and took her from behind. As I thrust in and out of her warm and wet cunt my hands moved over her tits my fingers pinched and pulled her hard nipples.

It was about ten-thirty when she looked down into her hands and submissively asked, "Can I get dressed so I can meet my friends. We leave tomorrow morning to go back home?" 

I nodded my head yes then asked, "Are you going to tell your friends about getting fucked?" 

She replied, "Only a few of the girls that I'm closest to." 

I took a box of a half dozen rubbers from my suit case and gave them to her saying, "Make Ruben and Elder Dirkenmier use these so you do not get pregnant." 

She thanked me and moved to retrieve her clothes. I held her panties and admired her young body for the last time as she stepped into them and pulled them up her shapely unshaven legs.

Once she was dressed I threw on a shirt and a pair of shorts and walked her to the door where we kissed one more time before she walked down the hall to the elevator. As she waited at the door of the elevator the lady who rode up on the elevator with us earlier stepped out of the ice and vending machine room carrying a bucket of ice and a Coke.

"I hope you are not going to be drinking alone." I said as she approached me smiling.

"I will unless you want to join me." She replied holding up the Coke.

"Or you can share a bottle of bourbon with me if you would prefer." I added.

I stepped aside to allow her to enter the room. She shrugged then entered the room.

Rumspringa



Q: What is Rumspringa? 

A: Rumspringa means "running around" in the Pennsylvania German dialect. It is the time, beginning at about age 16, when youth socialize with their friends on weekends. Rumspringa ends with marriage. (For those who don't marry, Rumspringa ends in their mid to late twenties.) This period is an important time when Amish youth need to decide if they will be baptized and join the church or leave the Amish community. 

(Everyone in this story is age nineteen or older) 

Chapter 1

My name is John and I have worked in my fathers brick yard ever since I was old enough to lift a brick. Our brick yard is in a county where about half the population is Amish, Mennonite, or an offspring of such lifestyles. I've lived here my whole live. I'm now twenty-four and a foreman in our yard.

I played sports in high school and later went to a technical school to get an Associate Degree in business. My Dad said it would help me in the brick business. I learned a lot including how to deal with the lifestyles and attitudes of those who worked for me.

It also taught me the common sense aspect of what it takes to run a business. After college I worked full time at the brick yard. My Dad made me a foreman but I still did a lot of lifting; you know, the grunt part of the job. I loved it! It kept me in shape and those that worked for me knew I wouldn't ask them to do anything that I wouldn't do myself.

Since I worked with my shirt off on very hot days I developed a great tan which showed off my abs. I have to say through the years it helped me with my dating. I was popular in both high school and college. There weren't very many weekends that I wasn't having sex with someone. My motto was work hard all week and enjoy the weekends.

I have been with a number of Amish women throughout the years. I usually went with them during Rumspringa. I'll try and explain it to you.

In many communities, Rumspringa is a period when some Amish youth experience greater freedom. They are no longer under the control of their parents on weekends and, because they are not baptized, they are not yet under the authority of the church. During this time, many Amish youth adhere to traditional Amish behavior. Others, however, experiment with "worldly" activities—buying a car, going to movies, wearing non-Amish clothes and/or buying a television or a DVD player.

In the larger Amish settlements, their behavior often depends on the peer group they choose to join. Amish parents worry about which group their son or daughter will join because the choice will influence the teen's behavior. 

Some activities may include volleyball, swimming, ice skating, picnics, hiking, and large outdoor "supper" parties. The most typical gatherings are "singings." Groups meet in a home and sing German hymns and English gospel songs for several hours and then enjoy a time of conversation and food.

The "faster," more rebellious groups sometimes drive cars, rent a building for parties, or go to bars and nightclubs in nearby towns. A fling with worldliness reminds Amish youth that they have a choice regarding church membership. Knowing they have a choice likely strengthens their willingness to obey church standards and, in the long run, the authority of the church itself.

I would meet a number of these girls when they were going through Rumspringa. Groups of Amish would meet in town and change into "English" clothing and share tobacco, alcohol and marijuana. Girls may put on jewelry and cosmetics. They would often mingle with non-Amish in these excursions. I often met them in bars and they liked to dance and flirt which would often lead to sex and I was always there for them.

One day one of the men who worked for me asked me if I wanted to go to the beach that weekend. He said many of the people he knew were on Rumspringa and were going to make their decision whether to leave or to go back to their family groups. He mentioned his girlfriend Anna was one of them.

Eli was nineteen and so was Anna. He had a drivers license but rarely drove any vehicles outside of the brickyard. He came straight out and said he needed a driver to take him to the beach. He could drive but didn't have a vehicle and didn't want to go in a buggy. He and his buddy, Hugo, were going to spend the night at the beach. They were going to pitch a tent and hoped to get lucky.

I explained to him that I was twenty-four and had already sown my wild oats. I wasn't very interested in picking up women that were only eighteen or nineteen. Eli was a good worker and I felt a bit sorry for him. I think he was afraid his girlfriend might sow her oats with someone else while at the beach. 

I finally agreed to take Eli and Hugo to the beach. I did like relaxing by the water and because of my tan and build, I did draw some attention from the opposite sex.

I have to admit the young women looked pretty good. Anna was surprised to see Eli but seemed very happy about it. Hugo met up with one of his old girlfriends also. Both guys were surprised to see their girlfriends in tight two piece bathing suits. 

I tried to keep a little distance between my friends and me. I didn't want to interrupt them from doing their thing. Besides, there were a lot of women to look at and talk to.

I was surprised to see a good looking women walk up to Eli and Anna. She was a brunette, had on a one piece bathing suit but looked beautiful. She looked a few years older than the rest of the girls and I had to wonder who she was. She hugged Eli and he introduced her to Anna and they hugged. They talked for a few minutes and then she walked down the beach and joined some other people.

I wanted to know who this women was. She didn't seem Amish so I walked over to Eli. He introduced me to Anna and I got a big smile from her and kind of a look from Eli. I laughed and told Anna it was nice meeting her. I then asked Eli about the good looking older woman. 

He told me it was his older sister, Mary. She went to high school and then to college to become a veterinarian. She recently moved back to the area to do an internship at one of the local clinics. He looked at me and said, "Forget it John, she doesn't date much. She spends most of her time finishing her degree and doing her internship."

I might mention here that Eli and Anna were Mennonites. The main distinguishing feature of Amish from the Mennonites is the Amish resistance to embracing modern technology. Amish make very little use of technology and generally maintain very little contact with the outside world, no more than necessary. They dress up in very traditional outfits and live in very small tight knit communities.

The Mennonites on the other hand dress up in plain clothes but generally would not be distinguishable from anyone else just by their clothing. They don't have any problems using technology nor do they maintain a separation from the outside world. Although practicing a plain and simple lifestyle they are much more moderate towards the use of modern technology and do not abstain from it.

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A couple of Eli and Anna's friends (female) came up to me and said it looked like I needed suntan lotion put on me and I laughed as they started rubbing my back and chest putting on the lotion. I have to admit it felt good. Too bad they were younger since I wasn't interested in just having a fling anymore.

Some Amish guys the girls knew came walking by and asked if they would put some lotion on them also. They laughed and started rubbing the guys' chests. I think they knew that I was a bit old for them and just wanted to party with their friends.

I saw Mary walk up to the pavilion so I walked up to talk with her. When I said hi to her, she turned around and was even more beautiful close up. 

"Hi," she said. "I need to tell you that I'm just here with friends. I see you were with some playmates yourself." She said it in a sarcastic way. 

"Mary, I'm John. Your brother Eli works with me. I brought him and his friend Hugo to the beach to meet their girlfriends." 

"So you're John, my brother really likes you. He says you're his boss. It's nice to meet you."

I looked down at her hand and didn't see a ring. "Since you're here with friends is it alright if I join you? Eli's friends are a bit young for me." 

"Are you saying I'm old?" she laughed.

"God NO! I'm sorry if I said that wrong. It's just that I'm twenty-four and Eli and his friends are all around nineteen."

"I'm twenty-five," replied Mary. "My friends are all in their early twenties. You're welcome to join us if you like." I smiled at her and picked up the drinks she had ordered and walked to meet her friends. 

"Damn! Mary, where did you find him?" asked one of her girlfriends. There were two women and two guys. The women had on skimpy two piece bikinis.

"Put your tongue back in your mouth Sheila. This is John, he's my brother Eli's boss. John, this is Sheila, Rachel, Tom and Edward." They all said hi but I wasn't sure if the guys cared for me. They had decent builds but not like my six-pack abs.

"So John, what brings you to the beach today?" asked Tom.

"I just brought Eli and his friend Hugo to meet their friends. I didn't have any plans this weekend and Eli is a good friend as well as an employee."

We all talked and went into the water. It was really fun being with people more my age. They wanted to do water fights and Sheila got on Tom's shoulders and Rachel got on Ed's. Mary wasn't quite sure if she wanted to do this but I went underwater and came up with her on my shoulders. She screamed out and her friends laughed.

The battle began and Mary knocked her friends off their partners shoulders at least twice each. The girls went under water and both pulled at my legs trying to upset us. One of them grabbed my cock underwater and it surprised me making me move so that Mary fell off of my shoulders. I didn't say anything but had to wonder which one of the them did it.

It was getting late when Eli and Hugo came up to me and said they had a problem. They had talked their girlfriends into staying in the tent with them that night. They figured I'd feel like a fifth wheel and asked me if there was somewhere else I could spend the night.

I could have gotten mad but I knew what it was like to be young and have to pass up a piece of ass. I told them I would get a room at the lodge for the night. I found out earlier that Mary and her friends had two rooms for the night. One for the girls and one for the guys.

We were sitting in the lounge having a drink when I excused myself to go to the counter to get a room. "I'm sorry sir but we are booked up for tonight," said the desk clerk." Now I wasn't sure what to do.

I guess when I got back to the table it showed. "What's the matter?" asked Rachel.

"They're out of rooms. If I can get a blanket I can sleep in the car or on the beach," I replied.

"Why don't you stay with the guys? I'm sure they won't mind," stated Mary. I looked over at the guys and I think they were thinking the same thing that I was. Most guys don't like sharing a bed with another guy unless you were drunk and just wanted to sleep it off. 

Sheila spoke next. "Mary, I was going to stay with Tom tonight and Rachel was going to be with Ed. We were going to tell you later. You will have two beds and a room to yourself. Maybe John can stay with you?"

"What! I'm not sleeping with John. I'm sorry John but I don't sleep around." said Mary.

"You don't have to sleep with him. There are two beds in the room. Since you come from such a large family I'm sure you slept in the same room with other males." Rachel replied. "Besides, you're both adults.

Mary looked at me. I hadn't said a word. "Ok, but John, I'm not sleeping with you. You must understand that. You have a bed and I have one." It was hard holding back a smile.

Tom changed the subject. "John, as you know we're going to the Cedar Point Amusement park tomorrow. Would you like to come with us? It would be easier going on rides if we paired off." I looked over at Mary and she looked away from me and up in the air.

"I have to take Eli and Hugo home tomorrow, otherwise I would love to go. I think it would be fun. It's been a long time since I've been there." Mary looked a bit disappointed but didn't say anything.

She asked to be excused saying she was going out to say goodnight to her brother since she wouldn't see him in the morning. When she came back she had a smile on her face.

"John, Eli said if you didn't mind he would drive your car home and leave it at your house. I think he wanted to impress Anna." I wondered why Mary went out of her way to make sure I could go to the park with her and her friends.

I agreed and we all headed for our rooms saying we would meet up for breakfast before leaving for the park the next morning. When Mary and I arrived at our room she said she wanted to take a shower and get ready for bed. When she came out she had on a summer nightgown and sat on the side of the bed. 

I took a shower and I came out in my jockey shorts but wore the complementary robe which was quite small. I explained to her that it was all I had with me to sleep in. My robe opened and she laugh but quickly glanced away. I sat on the opposite bed and we talked.

I asked her about being Amish or Mennonite. She told me she had been Mennonite as was the rest of her family but she never joined the group. She went on to finish high school and chose to go to college to be a veterinarian. 

She did say that the Amish do not usually educate their children past the eighth grade, believing that the basic knowledge offered up to that point is sufficient to prepare one for the Amish lifestyle. She said that she wasn't going to let a group of old men decide what she should do with her future. 

Her parents were sad that she chose college over the Mennonite life style but at the same time they were very proud of her. She was the oldest of their seven kids. Eli was the fourth oldest. She explained to me that Amish and Mennonite church membership begins with baptism, usually between the ages of 16 and 25. It is a requirement for marriage, and once a person has affiliated with the church, he or she may marry only within the faith. 

She said she never joined the membership because she wanted to do her own thing. She was still in contact with her parents and other family members. She wasn't shunned because she never joined the membership. 

The rules of the church had to be observed by every member of the church and covered most aspects of day-to-day living, including prohibitions or limitations on the use of power-line electricity, telephones, and automobiles, as well as regulations on clothing. She said she couldn't follow these strict rules.

I asked her about her life and she told me she was happy. At times she missed her family and wondered if she made the right decision but when she helped save the lives of animals, she knew she did the right thing. 

I was surprised that she was bearing her heart with me. I knew I wanted to make love to her but wasn't sure how to go about it. I didn't want to push her or scare her in any way. She was strong on the outside but seemed very vulnerable on the inside.

When I asked her about her love life she just laughed. "What love life?" she asked.

"You aren't still a virgin are you?" I asked.

She looked right at me and said, "It's really none of your business but I have had sex a few times. It wasn't anything to write home about. I guess I was waiting for the right man and time has kind of passed me by. Most women get married by the time they turn nineteen where I come from.

"I chose to have a future and make my own decisions. I didn't want to wind up like my mother and have seven kids and spend my life cleaning up after everyone else. Don't misunderstand me, that was my mother's choice, but not what I wanted." She was having a moment of sadness.

"Mary, you're young and beautiful with a full life ahead of you. You're educated and forgive me for saying it, you are quite sexy."

She laughed as she looked down at her old nightgown. She wondered how any man could find her sexy. I moved over to her bed and slowly moved my lips toward hers. She was hesitant but I moved closer till our lips touched. 

"John, we shouldn't do this." 

I kissed her again only a little harder. Her willpower started to fade as she pressed her lips against mine. We kissed a half dozen times, pressing a little harder each time.

"Mary, I want to make love to you." 

"I don't know John. We just met and I really do like you but I don't normally do this sort of thing."

I kissed her harder. I stood up and gently pulled her to her feet. Staring in her eyes I slowly began to lift her nightgown. I could see her breathing harder. I removed her nightgown and she was naked beneath it. I dropped my robe to the floor and pulled Mary into me.

We kissed as my hands moved all over her back and then down to her perfect ass. I pulled her tight against me, feeling her breasts against my chest. She got on her bed and lay on her back. I began to kiss her again and started working my way down her neck and to her breasts.

She lay with her eyes closed and moaned as I sucked on her breasts. She smelled and tasted so good. Later she told me she used a coconut oil after she showered.

I worked my way down to her nice firm belly and began to kiss it. She raised her head slightly and said, "John, do you have condoms? I'm not on birth control and I don't need any kids right now."

I reached over to the night stand and took a condom out of my wallet. I then returned to her belly and moved to the fuzzy hair just below her belly button. I noticed she had a full bush, as I remembered most Amish women had. I pushed my face into it and rubbed it all over her silky bush. She began to breath harder and I could smell her juices which began to make her pussy wet.

As she spread her legs wider I lowered my face to her pussy. With my thumbs I spread open her pussy and began to lick and tongue fuck her. I knew she was having an orgasm as she reached down and put both of her hands on my head as she raised her hips, pushing her pussy tighter against my face.

As she came down from her orgasm I sat up on my knees and put on the condom. I didn't give her time to change her mind as I slowly pushed my hard cock into her wet canal. She got louder and told me how good it felt. 

"I never remember it feeling so good. I could fuck you forever," she said. I don't know if she even knew what she was saying. "God, feels so good, fuck me John, fuck me hard."

I raised her legs high and spread them as I plowed her pussy. I could see her juices on my condom covered cock every time I pulled out before pushing it back in. She began to come again and actually said she loved me. I knew it had to be the sex talking. I came hard and she looked at me and said, "I could feel you coming even with the condom on."

I pulled out of her and lay beside her for a minute. I got up and went to the bathroom, got rid of the condom and took a piss. I crawled in bed beside Mary who was under a blanket. "Mary, you are one fantastic women," I said.

She leaned over, smiled and said to me, "I'm still not going to sleep with you," she smiled and kissed me passionately and said she never felt so happy. Then, told me to go to my own bed. I kissed her and went to the other bed. 

The next morning when I woke up Mary was already dressed. She sat on her bed and said to me, "John, please don't tell the others that we had sex. It would be hard to face them with them knowing I had sex with you after just meeting you."

"I promise I won't say a word to anyone about it. Mary, it was more than just sex and I do hope you understand that and maybe we can get together again." 




Rumspringa



Chapter 2 

Mary smiled as I got up and quickly dressed. As I was brushing my teeth I heard a knock on the door. I could tell by the voices that it was Sheila and Rachel.

"So did you get any sleep last night?" asked Rachel. 

Mary was trying to talk softly but I could still hear her. "I told you I wasn't going to sleep with him," Mary said to Rachel. They looked over at the bed and they could see both were slept in.

"That doesn't mean you didn't have sex with him. You look much too happy for a woman who didn't get laid," said Sheila.

It was time to save Mary. I walked out and said hi to Rachel and Sheila. "Thanks so much for giving up your bed for me. It was a lot more comfortable than sleeping in a tent," I remarked.

"It was a lot of fun for us too," replied Sheila. "Glad we could help you get a good nights sleep." She looked over at Mary as to say, "We know what you did." 

The guys were meeting us in the restaurant. We were going to have breakfast before taking off for Cedar Point. They said hi and gave me a high five. It was there way of telling me they both scored last night.

We left for Cedar Point in two cars. Mary drove and I rode with her. The other four rode with Tom. Mary asked me about my background on the way to the park. We also talked more about her family.

We got to the park and we were hanging around as a group but on most two person rides I was with Mary, which was fine with me. We all had so much fun. We were acting like kids and having a great time. It was like I had known Mary my whole life. We even shared a hamburger and fries together.

It was eight o'clock before we headed for home. I could see the girls were really worn out. Mary was going to drive them home in addition to taking me home. Tom and Ed were riding in Tom's car. I offered to drive so she could get a little rest. We had a two and a half hour drive home.

She thanked me as she handed me the car keys. She grabbed a pillow and sat in front next to me. Sheila and Rachel sat in the back. I didn't drive twenty minutes before the girls were already napping. I had to laugh but I have to admit that when I looked over at Mary, she looked like an Angel. I had to wonder where our relationship would go from here.

We were two people from different backgrounds. I knew I would never become Amish or a Mennonite, but had to wonder what Mary's plan was for the future.

The girls woke up when we were near home. I took Sheila home first and then Rachel. As I drove to my mobile home I asked Mary to come in. I asked her to spend the night with me.

"John, I have school and work tomorrow." 

"That's fine, just get up whenever you want and go to school. I just want to spend some more time with you." 

She did come in and asked if she could use the shower. I gave her a clean towel and waited in my living room for her. She came out with her long hair down below her shoulders. She had on the same nightgown as she did the night before. I took a quick shower and joined Mary in my bed. All I had on were my jockeys.

"John, I really shouldn't be here. This isn't like me to be so impulsive." 

I didn't answer her but kissed her instead. We kissed and eventually she raised her arms and put them around my neck. I squeezed the cheeks of her ass and pulled her into my growing cock.

I reached down and in one motion I pulled her nightgown up and over her head, leaving her naked. She lay on her back on my bed and we had somewhat of a replay of the night before. I began kissing her on her lips and moved down to her neck and then to her tits. I suckled on both of them till they became taunt.

As I moved down to her belly she spread her legs and I began rubbing my finger through her bush and on down to her pussy. To say she was wet would be an understatement. I pushed two fingers into her and began finger fucking her. I sped up going faster and faster.

She moaned and made a lot of strange sounds. I couldn't even make out what she was saying. As she reached an orgasm from my hard finger fucking I quickly put on a condom and lay on the bed with her.

She rolled over on top of me, got in a squatting position and lowered herself down on my very hard cock. She felt so hot and so wet. As she went up and down on my cock she leaned forward and her long hair streamed down around my head and our lips met.

As she raised herself back up I was able to massage her beautiful breasts. I knew she was ready for another orgasm as she screamed out and lowered her pussy all the way down to my pelvic area. She stayed there with my cock deep within her and rubbed back and forth until she came. I couldn't hold back any longer and came right after her.

She fell forward on me from exhaustion, lay there a minute and rolled off. I got up to dispose of the condom and take a leak. When I came back into the room she was fast asleep. I got in bed next to her beautiful body and covered our naked bodies with a sheet. 

**** 

I woke up and half wondered if I had dreamt of her being there. I was in bed alone. I called out for her but there was no answer. I looked outside and her car was gone. I felt an empty feeling like I had lost someone that I truly cared for. I took my shower and headed for work.

Eli came up to me and thanked me for taking him to the beach and letting him drive my car. He said that he and Anna had talked and were seriously thinking of getting baptized, joining their church group and getting married. I wished him the best and told him Anna was a lovely lady.

He asked me about his sister, Mary. I told him that we went to the amusement park with her friends as a group and that I enjoyed spending time with Mary. I thought she was a wonderful person and not too bad on the eyes either. That made him smile. I wasn't going to tell him that we slept together or that I had strong feelings for her.

I had no phone number for her, in fact since she was once a Mennonite maybe she didn't even have a phone. Over the next week I realized I really missed her and asked Eli if he had heard from her. He said that he only saw her maybe once a month when she came by to see her family.

I asked him if there was anyway to contact her and he said I could go by the vet clinic where she worked as an intern. He told me where it was and I made a plan to go see her.

We had a stray dog that always hung around the brick yard. He never had a collar so we sort of adopted him. Everyone that worked at the yard would bring him food. He got most everyone's lunch leftovers.

He didn't even have a name, we all called him Dog. When he got too dirty we put the hose on him and he sun dried. One of the Amish guys build him a dog house and we kept it in the back of the yard. We never chained him in and he rarely left.

One day I left the yard early and put Dog in my work truck. He was my excuse to go see Mary. I entered the vet's office and asked the receptionist, who by the way was a very stunning woman, if Dr. Mary Slabauch was in. I told her that a friend had suggested I bring my dog in to see Mary. She asked me to wait as she went to get Mary.

Mary was surprised when she saw me. "John! What are you doing here?"

"I brought my dog in for a physical," I replied. Mary looked at me and at the dog and asked me what his name was and if he was really my dog.

"He hangs around the brick yard and we sort of adopted him. We just call him Dog."

About that time a good looking man came out. He introduced himself as Dr. Moore. He asked me in to one of the examination rooms and asked me questions about the dog and what was the reason for the visit.

This doctor was a very handsome man and I wondered if Mary and he might be a number. I have to admit it bothered me. Why would I be jealous? I only knew Mary for two days.

I told the doctor that Dog was moping around more than usual and I thought he might have a problem. I did say that he seemed more chipper when he got up this morning but I thought I'd have him checked out anyway. The doc asked Mary to check Dog out and get back to him. He told me I was in good hands as he left to see to another dog.

After the doctor walked out Mary asked me why I was really there. While we talked she did check out Dog. "Mary, you left and I never got to say goodbye or ask if we could see each other again. Is it because Dr. Moore is your boyfriend." 

"What? No, Dr. Moore and I are not involved, I'm his intern. The receptionist happens to be his wife of six years. What do you feed your dog?" 

"Mary, I want to see you again. Can we make a date? Dog eats scraps from everyone lunch. There's nothing wrong with him. He was my excuse to see you." Mary was kind of smiling at me. She knew I came to see her. 

"You need to feed him some good dog food. It's alright to feed him table scraps but he needs the nourishment that is in dog food. Also, he needs a dog license. We can get him one today. They can take him away and fine you for not having one." 

"Mary, what about us?" 

She stared at me in silence for a good fifteen seconds before saying, "I'll give you my cell phone number and you can call me," said Mary. "I think that you should get Dog a shot for worms and for fleas. It's also good for allergies. I believe he may have some."

She gave him the shots and a dog license. I bought him a twenty-five pound bag of dog food and some doggie treats. Mary gave me her cell phone number as well as a bill for a $127.40. We walked out to the parking lot and I asked her why she didn't let me know she had a phone.

"John, I was a little afraid. I don't usually do things like we did that weekend. I was afraid if I gave you my number that you would not have called me and I would have felt really used. I felt it was better having a wonderful weekend and then going on with my life." 

"Mary, I missed you." 

"John, I have to get back to work. If you call me we can talk some more. Bye John," she said as she went back in the clinic.

Dog seemed happy as I gave him a treat on the way back to the yard. I took out my cell phone and called Mary. "John, why are you calling me already?"

"I wanted to make sure that you gave me your real number. Would you have dinner with me tonight." 

"John, I'm not going to sleep with you, but if it's just dinner and talk I'll meet you at the family restaurant at seven." 

"I'll be there," said my goodbyes and gave Dog another treat.

We met at the restaurant and I told her she as was pretty as ever and it made her smile. As we ate and talked I asked her if she would go out on a date with me the following Saturday, just the two of us. 

She asked where and I told her we could go to the zoo. She laughed but agreed to go. I finally got her home address. She lived in an efficiency apartment about halfway between the college and the clinic. 

She did give me a peck on the lips goodnight before going into her apartment. I couldn't believe I was really happy about that.

On Saturday I picked her up and she was dressed in shorts and a nice top. She sure didn't look Amish. She had her long hair down in a ponytail. I have to admit we had a fun time at the zoo. We held hands and even shared a sandwich and french fries. I knew I had fallen for her but it bothered me that we were from two different societies. 

She was so much fun to be with. She explained so many things to me about many of the animals. It wasn't only about sex with her (which I loved) but also about companionship. I had never been so comfortable with a woman before. She was everything I ever wanted. She was smart, beautiful, had a fantastic personality and was very loving. At times she could be very funny. God, I believed I loved her, that just wasn't me.

We got back to her apartment and she invited me in. "John, this might be a mistake us being together but I have strong feelings for you." 

"I'm glad you have strong feelings because I'm in love with you." With that said I leaned forward and kissed her. Seconds later we were hugging and kissing. 

We stripped in no time and she was on the bed with my face buried in her pussy. I was tongue fucking her for all I was worth. "God, John, it feels so good." With that said she had her first orgasm of the night. 

I slipped on a condom and we made love. After resting I slipped on another condom and I sat on a chair and she rode me. Damn, a lap dance with no clothes on. You can't beat that. I held her ass cheeks tight against me as we both came. She leaned forward and kissed me very passionately.

After we dressed I asked her when I could see her again. She said she didn't have that much free time and the following weekend she was going to see her family. She did say I could call her which I did a couple of times over the next week. I had to laugh when she asked me how Dog was doing. I told her I had become quite attached to the beast because he was something that she and I had in common.

Eli came up to see me at work and told me he and Anna were getting married and he needed a few days off. Needless to say I had no problems giving it to him. He also invited me to his wedding. Not too many visitors outside of the group were invited but he wanted me to come and share in their special day.

I asked him if Mary was going to be there and he said she would. He still didn't know that Mary and I were somewhat of a couple. I told him I would see if I could make it.

I got a special call a couple of days later that could change my life. It was from Mary. "John, Eli told me he invited you to his wedding. Are you going?"

"I thought about it but I don't want to put you on the spot. I thought I'd talk to you first."

"Well," she hesitated. "John, would you be my escort to Eli's wedding? I told my parents that I was seeing someone and they want to meet you."

"Of course I will be your escort. Mary, I love you."

"You need to know that everyone will be asking you questions. You are an outsider and many Amish and Mennonite don't totally trust outsiders. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"Mary, as I said, 'I love you,' and as long as I'm with you we can make it through this."

The day of the wedding I stopped by to pick Mary up and she was dressed in a blue Amish dress and bonnet. She was dressed traditionally because she did not want to dishonor her brother or family. I thought she still looked sexy as can be, but remember, I knew what her body looked like under the dress.

We don't know where we are going from here, but we decided to take it one day at a time. It was one hell of a summer for me. 

**** 

Thank you for reading my story and a big 'A special 'Thanks' to 'Loving50' for editing this story and making it a much better read. 

I got most of the facts about the Amish and Mennonites on line and to the best of my knowledge are true. 

Comments are welcome and appreciated. 

DG Hear 



Rumspringa, the Sequel



I stood at my hotel room door as the young girl I had just spent the last several hours with walked down the hall to the elevator. I marveled at how well her ill fitting, homemade clothes hid such a lovely, shapely body and the completely unshaven under arms and legs. As soon as the elevator doors opened for her to enter she turned and gave a final wave and innocent smile. 

At the same time a woman entered the hall from the vending machine room carrying a bucket of ice and a Coke. I immediately recognized her as the forty something business woman who had ridden up on the elevator with us earlier. She had shed her tailored business suit, stockings, and heels and changed into a more casual skirt, a sweat shirt type top that hung low over one shoulder, and sandals. The tight French style bun of light red hair from earlier was combed out and hung down to her shoulders.

As she got closer she smiled the same pretty smile she had given me earlier as I exposed the bare ass of the young Amish girl as we rode up on the elevator together. I returned her smile as I admired the nipples which pushed against the fabric of her top. 

I spoke up, "I hope you don't have to drink that alone."

She came to a stop just a few feet away saying, "I will have to unless you join me."

I returned with, "Or you could join me and we could add some bourbon to it."

With a coy smile she added, "That sounds like a good idea. I take it your young friend is not returning?"

I stepped aside to let her enter the room saying, "No, that was just ships passing in the night."

She smiled offering, "I hope it was a pleasant journey for both ships."

I immediately reached for the white capped hotel glasses to pour us a drink but before I could even take the ice bucket and coke from her hands, she walked straight up to me and pressed her body against me. Her face was just inches from my face as if she was going to kiss me; I could feel her breath on my face and hear her inhale my scent. 

Less than a minute passed then she said, "I find it very erotic and exciting being close to a man who has the scent of another woman on him. I can smell her scent all over your face." She kissed my mouth lightly as if she was savoring the taste. 

My hands went to her hips as she leaned back, "Please tell me more about the young lady...ahh ship, you passed in the night."

"Well, I'm not sure just how much I know. I met her this afternoon downstairs in the bar. She had an Ohio driver's license which said her name was Gretchen and that she was twenty-one years old but the picture on the license was not the same girl."

"Hummm, very erotic and very intriguing; do tell me more." She said as she leaned forward again to kiss me lightly and inhale the aroma; I pulled her hips closer to me.

"She was Amish and as you could tell she wore homemade clothes. She was freshly scrubbed and her legs and under arms were completely unshaven."

"My goodness, was she a virgin too?" She asked with a devilish smile.

I gave a little laugh and replied, "No, she lost that to one of her church elders. Supposedly he caught her and her boyfriend in his barn trying to learn about the facts of life. The elder ran the young boy off with a stick then inspected her to make sure she had not been "damaged". He then bent her over a bale of hay, lifted the back of her dress, and popped her cherry from behind."

"I hope you took better care of her than that."

"I did my best." I replied, and then added, "Her total sexual experiences were being "taken" from behind with her dress up. She had never been nude with a man nor had she seen any more of a man than what came out the front of his britches. I was the first to go down on her and she tasted wonderful as you have already found out." We smiled at each other and kissed.

"Did she have a nice body?" She asked.

"Very nice! She was shapely, firm and smooth. She had a very nice set of "C" cup tits with light pink, very sensitive nipples and a large triangle of thick pubic hair from her pelvic mound all the way around her tightly puckered, virgin ass. The sheath that hid her tiny pearl fell downward like candle wax forming exposed brownish lips that could not be hidden by her vulva and thick pubic hair."

As I described the young girl to the woman in my arms she became flushed and her chest began heaving so she could catch her breath. I moved my hands around her to the firm round cheeks of her ass then pulled her pelvis firmly against me.

"Would you like to have been with me and tasted her first hand?" I asked.

"I'm not sure I am ready for that just yet. But, I have had it on my mind since I first tasted my husband's mistress on his lips a few months ago." 

We had not even exchanged names yet she moved backward slightly and slid her hand down to the front of the shorts covering my swollen cock. She looked at me saying, "I want to taste the young girl on this too." 

As she opened the front of my shorts I didn't bother to tell her that I had used rubbers and she would not really get to taste the young girl's juices on my cock. She slid down my body to her knees and took my swollen cock in her left hand; her wedding rings with a rather large diamond were clearly displayed on my engorged shaft. Her lips moved over my swollen purple head covered with drying cum. 

As I laid my hand on her head she lifted her right hand to support my cod sack. Once the drying cum was cleaned from my cock her lips moved to my sack where I'm certain there was plenty of evidence remaining of the young girl's juices. She inhaled lightly before taking each one gently into her mouth.

After several minutes on her knees searching for the young Amish girl's scent she stood and asked, "Didn't you promise me some bourbon for my coke?"

I kissed her lightly then said, "Absolutely I did but you will have to tell me more about tasting your husband's mistress on his lips."

As I poured our drinks she began, "Well there really isn't much to tell. He came home from work a few months ago and I gave him a kiss like I always do; I could smell another woman's pussy on his lips."

She continued as I handed her a bourbon and coke, "I was furious at first then as I thought about it I became aroused. I kissed him passionately several more times to enjoy the scent then sat down on a kitchen chair, took out his cock, and covered it with kisses; I could smell his Mistress's cunt there too. That night after he was sound asleep I masturbated in the bathroom before going to bed."

I asked, "Have you told him that you know about the other woman?"

"No, I have been changing bank accounts and investments into my name before I tell him I know about his affairs. I know he is still having sex with another woman because he is too stupid to clean up afterwards and I can always smell her."

"Have you considered that he may want you to know about the other woman and that is why he does not clean up?"

"No I haven't considered that but I do get aroused smelling the scent of the other woman and I usually give him a good fuck or at least a blow job when I smell her. Do you think that is strange of me?"

"Not at all, when I was married my wife and I had an open relationship and often had sex with others. The first time she came home with another man's cum drying in the crotch of her panties, I got so excited that we fucked right there against the kitchen counter. After dinner she told me about how it got there and whose cum it was we about fucked each other's eyes out."

We began kissing more passionately and my hands moved under her top to touch her hard nipples. She moaned as I rolled her nipples between my fingers,"Mmmm. Are you going to eat me?"

I lifted her top over her head before replying, "I've been thinking about it." My mouth moved to her nipples and suckled them as my tongue danced around and over them.

She pushed her pubic mound against me as my hands move to the firm round cheeks of her ass. I found the button on the waist band of her skirt and unfastened it; her skirt fell to the floor leaving her standing there in her black lace panties. I held her away at arm's length to enjoy the sight of her almost naked body for several minutes then pulled her close. 

"I haven't showered since early this morning." She whispered.

I replied, "That's not a problem. Ripe fruit is always the juiciest and tastiest."

I moved her backwards to the bed then gently pushed her down. She moved toward the head of the king sized bed as I moved between her legs. I kissed my way up each of her thighs then across the top of her waist band before lowering my head into her crotch. She giggled and cooed as my short GI style hair cut tickled her crotch and inner thighs.

"Mmmm" I moaned as I inhaled the strong, ripe aroma of the wet crotch of her panties. 

Her hands moved to my head as I moved the tip of my nose through the black silk covered slit of her cunt. Wisps of black curly hair peeked out around the sides of the lace trimmed fabric.

"Oooh that feels so good. I feel so naughty but so wild." She cooed.

After a few minutes of playing and teasing her with her panties on I pushed her legs up toward her chest, rolled her ass up and off the bed, then grabbed the back waist band of her panties and pulled them over her ass and legs. I took the wet crotch of her panties into my mouth and pulled them over her feet and dropped them on her chest.

"Oooh god!" She squealed as I quickly slipped a finger into her tight ass before beginning to lap her cunt with my tongue.

I replaced my tongue with my thumb in her juicy well. She began grinding her hips against my face as my tongue danced around her clit and my finger and thumb twirled around in her ass and cunt. She began to make grunting sounds before my tongue even touched the little pleasure pearl hidden in its protective sheath.

"Aaaaah, oooh, oooh" She cried as she lifted her ass completely off the bed and stiffened her entire body.

I stopped the movement of my finger and thumb and shifted my tongue to the sides of her vulva and inner thighs to give her time to recover for several minutes.

As her breathing subsided and she relaxed I looked up and asked, "Are you ready for another round?"

"Oh yes! That was wonderful but come up here and let me taste my pussy on your lips."

I obeyed and slowly slid up her torso to her lips and kissed her deeply. She moved her lips and mouth slowly over my face to enjoy the taste and aroma she had left there.

After a few minutes she ordered sternly, "Now get back down there and make me feel wonderful again."

It was an order I was happy to fulfill as her hands pushed gently on my shoulders. This time I took my time and enjoyed seeing and exploring her beautiful cunt still glistening with her creamy juices. Her inner lips protruded out of the dark hair covered, swollen vulva. Almost like the young Amish girl her labia were dark brown and gave no hint of the beautiful pink treasures hidden inside.

Before she reached a second orgasm I had probed, licked, sucked, and kissed every part of her undercarriage from her tightly puckered ass to her hidden pleasure pearl.

After using the bathroom and fixing fresh drinks we cuddled up on the bed to relax.

"Tell me more about you and your ex and how you got into having sex with others." She said as she took a sip of her bourbon and coke.

"Well we sort of got into it gradually. We started by joining friends nude in their hot tub. We watched them have sex in front of us then we had sex in front of them. At home afterwards discussed how much we enjoyed it and decided if we had the opportunity to swap partners we would try it if we were in the same room. A month later we were invited to share a beach house with another couple which led to our swapping partners with them in adjoining beds. In time we invited others to join us in threesomes; sometime another man sometimes another woman. My ex got to explorer her bi curiosity side and enjoyed it but I was not interested in bi experiences. Before we tried anything new we discussed it with each other to see how the other felt about it."

When I paused she asked, "Is that what led to your divorce?"

I answered, "No, not at all. That came about because her biological clock started ticking and she wanted to have children; I didn't. We even continued to see each other after she remarried and had children."

We shifted our positions so we could face each other sitting with her legs across mine in a Karma Sutra like position. She moved close so she could guide my still erect cock into her cunt and squeeze me with her muscles. We took complete advantage of being able to see, hear, touch, taste, and smell each other as we talked and played.

I asked, "Would you like to have your husband here to watch us fuck?"

"Yes I would. I would like for him to see how sexy I am and how good I can fuck another man."

Her hand held me in place as she began to move her hips to feel me inside her wet hole.

She spoke softly, "Yes, I want to see him sitting in that chair watching me enjoy fucking you."

Her eyes were closed as she continued to grind slowly against me.

I asked, "Would you like for his mistress to be with him so she could see what a great fuck you are too."

She smiled slightly without opening her eyes, "Yes, that would serve them right for betraying me."

"Would you let her join us so you could kiss and play with each other's nipples while my cock slides in and out of your cunt?"

Again she showed the slightest smile with her eyes closed, "That might be nice since I already know what her cunt smells and tastes like." 

A "Mmmm" was heard as she began to grind her hips harder and faster. 

Her hand moved from my cock to her clit; her fingers made small circles around and across the small pleasure button. Her breathing increased, her tits giggled and bounced, and her moans became more frequent and louder.

I pushed forward with my hands behind me and matched her hip movements with mine. The sight of her fucking me was as incredible as the feeling of my engorged cock moving in her warm wet cunt. I knew she was close to her peak so I gave up the fight and unloaded in her warmth. I had just enough energy to stay with her to the end then we collapsed opposite of each other with only our genitals joined and our bodies covered in sweat.

The only sound for several minutes was the heaving sounds of trying to catch our breath.

I heard a chuckle from my still unknown partner then, "I should have you to call my husband and tell him what a great fuck I was. I was a great fuck wasn't I?"



Rumspringa: The Sequel



If you haven't read 'Rumspringa' you may want to read it first to better understand the sequel. A big 'Thank you' to 'Loving50' for editing this story for me.

As mentioned in the first story, Rumspringa means "running around" in the Pennsylvania German dialect. It is the time, beginning at about age 16, when youth socialize with their friends on weekends. Rumspringa ends with marriage. (For those who don't marry, Rumspringa ends in their mid to late twenties.) This period is an important time when Amish youth need to decide if they will be baptized and join the church or leave the Amish community. When I speak of Amish I'm also including the Mennonites which have many similarities to the Amish communities.

Mary grew up in a Mennonite household. She chose to go on through high school (which was frowned upon in Mennonite society) but they did accept it. They wanted the Amish and Mennonite youth to return to their groups and families. She did say that the Amish do not usually educate their children past the eighth grade, believing that the basic knowledge offered up to that point is sufficient to prepare one for the Amish lifestyle. 

Mary never joined the church (wasn't baptized) but followed a lot of the church rules. During Rumspringa she chose to go to college for eight years to become a veterinarian. Her parents were sad that she chose college over the Mennonite life style but at the same time they were very proud of her. She was the oldest of their seven kids. 

This sequel continues on from Mary's brother, Eli's wedding. The day of the wedding I stopped by to pick Mary up and she was dressed in a blue Amish dress and bonnet. She was dressed traditionally because she didn't want to dishonor her brother or family. I thought she still looked sexy as can be, but remember, I knew what her body looked like under the dress.

We didn't know where we were going from here, but we decided to take it one day at a time. I told her I loved her, which I felt I did but wasn't sure of our future together.

At the wedding she acted like a different person. She was very nice to me but not lovey-dovey in the least. She didn't even hold my hand in front of her family or other church elders. She told me it was frowned upon to act that way with outsiders. 

It was kind of a shock to me that she acted this way. She did introduce me to her parents who treated me nice but with caution. Her younger brother's and sisters were a little nicer to me and asked me all kind of questions about where I was from.

Eli was a little nicer to me but of course I was his boss and worked with him. Anna his wife was respectful of me and they both asked me not to talk about them being together at the beach. I told them their secret was safe with me.

The wedding was held outside with I would guess a hundred plus guests. I didn't see but a few of what I would call outsiders which I was considered. The ceremony was nice and somewhat traditional being solemn and rather quiet. Afterwards everyone went over to where many tables of food was set up and after a lengthy grace, everyone got in line for the food.

I do have to say the food was great. It was made by all the guests bringing covered dishes. No one skimped on the amount of food they brought. I enjoyed the food but I did feel out of place. I believe Mary thought she made a mistake asking me to be her escort.

After I finished eating Mary told me a lot of the men had made home brew and they had it in the barn. Eli came over and took me to the barn and introduced me to some of his friends. His friend Hugo was there who I had met so I kind of hung out with him.

Mary looked more at ease when I wasn't with her. She talked with a number of the women and I even saw her laugh. As I was drinking with Hugo I saw another man go up to Mary and she seemed very happy to see him. They greeted each other by holding hands. I was a bit stunned and asked Hugo who it was.

He told me it was Shawn, an old boyfriend of Mary's. Mary must have forgotten that I was there because when she turned and saw me she quickly dropped Shawn's hands. She looked a bit nervous but I was too far away to hear what she had said.

I got up and headed over to Mary. She introduced me to Shawn as a friend who escorted her to the wedding. Shawn was introduced to me as an old childhood friend who was like family. I knew there was more to the story than this. I would ask Hugo later, I knew he liked to talk and would tell me what I wanted to know especially after he drank enough home brew.

Shawn shook my hand and squeezed it hard like it was a test of strength. It felt like I was shaking hands with a brick; neither of us flinched. He asked me where I met Mary and asked where I worked. I told him I met her at the beach and she kind of turned away. I believe she was embarrassed for him to hear that.

After he walked away Mary asked me why I told him that and I told her it was the truth. I knew right then that she still had feeling for this guy. I asked her if she wanted to talk and she told me maybe later and walked away leaving me standing there for the third time.

I walked back over to the barn and drank more hooch. It was some pretty good stuff. I knew I was drinking to much and beginning to feel it. Some old guys started play a guitar and violin. There was a spot for dancing and a number of girls began dancing. It was more of just jumping up and down to the beat of the music.

Mary went out and jumped with them. It sure wasn't my choice in music but they all seemed to enjoy it. A few minutes later some of the men joined them. I noticed Shawn was doing his jumping in front of Mary. There was no touching but it still made me feel a bit jealous.

I talked with Hugo and asked him what he could tell me about Mary and Shawn. He told me they were a bit older than him but he remembered them being together forever. That was until Mary went off to college and Shawn was baptized and joined the church.

I asked Hugo why that would make a difference and he told me that once you joined the church you can't date outsiders unless they were interested in becoming members. He said that very few outsiders ever joined the church but a few have.

I was beginning to get the picture. They made their choices, Mary and Shawn grew up together and as they got older became closer friends. Shawn chose the church and Mary went on to college and it was against the Mennonite rules to date out of the church.

I asked Hugo if Shawn dated other women in their community?

"He is friends with a lot of women in our community and dates a lot of the single women but he still has strong feelings for Mary. He once said he would wait for her to come back and he would marry her. It has been seven years and he hasn't changed. He's a great guy and many women would love to marry him."

"What does he do?" I asked.

"He helps his father on the farm and also is a master craftsman. He makes furniture and is always part of barn and house building.," replied Hugo.

"What is barn building?" I asked.

"When someone is building a new house or barn the community join in and often does the major building in one day. They do what they can to at least get it under roof. Shawn is one of the major builders. He is really fast and good. In fact Eli and Anna are going to have a house building next month and Shawn is in charge."

"Eli has the money to build a new house?" I asked.

"He has some money saved and Anna's parents are giving her a dowry which will help pay for most of the materials. Shawn and all the builders work for the satisfaction of helping one another. The women get together and make food for the day. We pray for nice weather. We get a house built for less than half the cost outsiders pay for a house. The land is donated by family members or elders."

It was hard to believe that all these people gave so much of themselves to help others within their group. I did ask Hugo if he joined the church yet and he told me he planned on it in a couple of months. He was dating a girl, Rachel and wanted to make sure she was going to be baptized also. She was at the wedding but was helping out a lot with serving the food. Every once in a while Hugo would go talk to her. You could tell they were a couple but somewhat trying to hide it. Of course I knew better; I gave my spot up in the tent for her.

I began drinking more hooch and was beginning to feel the effects of it. I got up and walked toward the house where Mary was standing outside talking to a couple of her friends. A car pulled up near the house and two guys got out.

"Is this an Amish wedding?" one guy yelled out.

I heard Mary say, "Please leave, this is a private wedding".

"Hey Sweetheart," said one of the men. "We like to party. Why don't you come over her and party with us? Let's see what you have on under that dress."

These men were drunker than I was and Mary turned to walk away. I was surprised none of the elders came to her aid. I walked up to the assholes and told them to get the fuck out of here. They laughed and said they knew we were non-violent.

I walked up to the biggest of the two and cold-cocked him on the side of the face and down he went. I heard Mary yell, "John, Don't!" but the other guy came toward me and I kicked him in the nuts and when he doubled over I hammered him over the back of the head.

I was proud of myself but Mary looked at me and said, "You shouldn't have done that. We're a non-violent people," and walked toward her friends.

Quite a few older men came up to the strangers and helped them up and asked them to leave. The two guys gave me a look as to say, "Who the hell are you," got in their vehicle and drove away.

One elder looked at me and said, "Violence is a last resort among my people. We don't fight at the drop of a hat. You must learn this".

"Where I come from we protect our women. I'd never let another man degrade my girlfriend or wife like that. Men like that only understand one thing and that is I don't take shit like that from anyone."

Mary came up to me and told me that she was asked to take me home, that I had too much to drink. I guess I embarrassed her. From a distant Eli and Hugo waved to me. I believe they thought I did the right thing but their religion thought differently.

On the way home Mary told me I was wrong in doing what I did. She said she understood why I did it but that didn't make it right. I dropped her off at her apartment and headed for my trailer. She didn't even kiss me goodnight but just got out of the car. I wasn't sure where our relationship was going from here. It sure went back a couple of steps.

****

I hadn't talked to Mary for over a week. When Eli came back to work the following week he explained to me that they are taught to turn the other cheek. In very few instances do they fight but it has happened as a last resort. He apologized for not sticking up for me, but at the time he wasn't sure what to do. He was told I was drunk.

"Eli, the damn men insulted your sister and I wasn't going to let them get away with it. I have always respected my women and will always stick up for them. The booze had nothing to do with it."

I asked him about Mary and he told me that he hasn't seen her since the wedding but she would be at his house building the following week. He explained that the foundation was already laid and the framing would be done in one day because of all the help. He did say that Shawn was one of the main carpenters. He hoped to move into his new house within the month.

It was a week later and after the house building that I finally called Mary since she hadn't called me. She said she needed some time to think and that's why she didn't contact me. We made a date for me to come to her apartment and talk with her.

"Mary, I'm not going to apologize for sticking up for you. I can't believe that your friends don't stand up for themselves."

"They do John. In this case it didn't call for violence. You didn't give non-violence a chance."

"I will never stand there and listen to a man degrade the women I'm with. I'm sorry you can't see that. So, is it over between us because I wanted to protect you? Or, is it because of your friend Shawn?"

"John, I had very long talk with the elders of the church and they said they would like me to be baptized. I could become a member of the church and community. I would be accepted as their veterinarian."

"I thought you didn't want a group of old men telling you what you can and cannot do?"

"You don't understand. This community is my family and friends. I've done what I wanted to do. I went to high school, then college and have become a veterinarian. I challenged the system and won. I'm really considering doing this, John."

"What about us? Once your baptized you can't date outsiders let alone marry one."

"You can join our community, John. They will teach you our ways, believe me, it's not like most outsiders think. We live a happy and good life."

"I lead a good life now, Mary. I do what I want, when I want. I have no desire to became a Mennonite. I will miss you Mary. I thought we were good together. You are only the second woman I have ever fallen in love with." I did notice she never mentioned Shawn but he was part of the community.

"I loved you too, John, but this is also about my future with my family and friends. I can't say that I won't miss you." She gave me that beautiful smile.

Well I guess I got my answer. I didn't say another word. I turned around and headed for my car. I didn't even want to kiss her goodbye. We didn't talk about Shawn but I figured if she moved back into the community that she and Shawn would become re-acquainted since he said he was waiting for her.

****

I headed to an old bar hangout I used to go to before I met Mary. I saw a number of my old friends when I walked in.

"Hey guys, look you just walked in. How the hell are you John? Long time-no see. We heard you were dating an Amish woman, is that true?" asked an old friend.

"She wasn't Amish and not quite a Mennonite. It's over now so I have come to drown my sorrows."

I sat on a bar stool and was about to order a drink when I heard a familiar voice. "Hi stranger, long time no see."

I looked up and couldn't believe it was Sandy. "What...how...when...why are you here?" Nothing came out right. I was lost for words.

****

Sandy, now she is another story. When I told Mary that she was only the second woman I had fallen in love with, I wasn't kidding. The thing is, Sandy was the first.

In college I hung around with a somewhat wild group of people. Maybe wild is the wrong word, party people might be better. Sandy was one of those people. If we weren't studying or in class, we would be having a mini party.

There must have been at least a dozen of us that hung around together. When we started out we weren't couples but I have to admit I did have sex with all the girls at one time or another. I was always one of the macho guys that tried not to show his feeling.

The first time I had sex with Sandy I was drunk and didn't perform very well. After that she and Brian became somewhat of a couple. Whenever our group got together I would watch Sandy and slowly fell for her. She still hugged and sometimes even kissed but it was usually in fun.

Even though no rings were worn, Brian once told me that Sandy was his girl now and he would like me to keep my hands off of her. I told him that she was still my friend and I would hug her unless she asked me to stop. This was all said in front of her and she kind of smiled at me.

I think one of the reasons I wanted her was to prove that I was a good lover and not just a drunk who couldn't get it up and keep it up. It was like a stain on my virile reputation.

She was a woman that I felt good around. I could kick myself in the ass for not going after her. Maybe I wanted her because she was with someone else, or I failed to please her sexually, I guess I'll never know.

Brian was going into law enforcement and Sandy into business management as was I. That put Sandy and me in a number of classes together. We sometimes studied together and Brian didn't like it unless he was there. I knew I really liked her and wanted to prove to her that I could be a good lover. My problem was she was my friends girlfriend now.

A few months before we all graduated we were at a big party. Sandy looked great. She stands at 5' 6" and maybe 130 lbs. She is a brunette with shoulder length hair and a rack that stood out. Besides her good looks she also had a great personality.

Everyone was having a good time except Brain was getting drunk. Sandy told him that he should cut back on the drinking since she came to the party with him and he drove. It eventually turned into an argument and Brian drank more.

Since he decided he wanted to get drunk Sandy came over and talked with me. Brian was three sheets to the wind and didn't care about anything but his drinking. I danced with Sandy and she felt so good in my arms. I held her close and she didn't pull away has her boobs pressed against my chest.

I wanted to tell her how much I cared for her but just didn't do it. When it was time to go home I told Sandy that we could leave Brian's car here and I would take them both home. One of our other friends, Matt said he would drop Brian's car off at his apartment and help get him into his room. His girlfriend would drive his car. We all lived fairly close to each other..

We lay Brian on my back seat and Sandy got in the front with me. Matt followed us to Brian's apartment and parked his car. Matt and I carried the drunken Brian to his room and threw him on his bed. Matt put his keys on the dresser and he left. I drove down the road to drop Sandy off at her place. 

We got out of the car and she asked me in. Her roommate was spending the night with her boyfriend. Originally Brian was going to spend the night with her but she didn't want him in her bed drunk.

She thanked me for taking Brian home and getting her home safely. I told her there was nothing I wouldn't do for her. Before we knew it we kissed. I don't know who kissed who but it started out very soft and became more passionate. We went to her bedroom where I began to undo her blouse. She stared at me not saying a word.

I dropped her blouse to the floor and then undid her black slacks. She stood there in her sexy bra and panties. We kissed again then I quickly took off my clothes, leaving on only my briefs. She sat on the edge of the bed and said, "John, we both know we shouldn't be doing this."

I didn't answer but had her lay down with her legs over the side of the bed. I reached up and slid her panties off and buried my face in her pussy. She was wet and getting wetter as I put her legs over my shoulders and tongue fucked her to her first orgasm. As she came I got a face full of pussy juice.

We moved to the center of the bed and I removed her bra and my briefs. I kissed her hard and passionate; she was tasting her own juices that was all over my lips. I looked at her face and saw the passion in her eyes.

I was between her legs and rubbing my cock up and down her hot, wet slit. She was squirming as she asked me to make love to her. The next day when I thought about it I realized she said "make love" not fuck her. My cock was as hard as it had ever been as I slowly pushed it into the folds of her pussy.

She moaned as I pushed it slowly all the way into her. With her legs on my shoulders I began a slow in and out motion that got faster and faster. Before long we were both in the throws of passion as she kept saying things like, "Feels so good", "I love it", "Fuck me John, fuck me with your big cock".

When a woman talks like that it doesn't get any better. I was pretty gone myself just having sex with Sandy again. I blurted it out, "I love you Sandy! I love you so much."




Rumspringa: The Sequel



"I love you too John," she responded.

I was rubbing her tits and fucking her. God she was so sexy and beautiful. I kept pumping into her until we both came.

In the next few minutes it was over. It felt so good and I leaned down and kissed her passionately, but then the after thoughts started for both of us. One side of me wanted to lay there and cuddle with her and tell her my true feelings about her. The other side told me to get up and get out before saying something I might regret.

I looked at her and told her I was sorry but I truly did care for her. She watched as I got dressed, neither of us saying a word. I walked out the door with mixed feeling.

It was two days later when I saw Brian and he was all smiles when he thanked me for taking care of him and Sandy. He mentioned Sandy telling him that Matt dropped his car off and I took them both home. I saw Sandy at class but we hardly talked.

I went up to her and apologized again to her. She told me it was both of our faults and no one needed to know, but it wouldn't happen again. Nothing was said about both of us saying 'I love you,' I guess she wrote it off as the heat of the moment but deep down I knew I really cared for her.

At the next few parties I kept my distance from Sandy and Brian. I fucked any woman that was willing and there was a lot of them. They were just fucks with no involvement, no love. It was like I had to get Sandy out of my system by fucking anyone who was willing.

Sandy never said anything to me but when Brian asked I told him I liked fucking different women and didn't want to tie myself down to any one woman. I told him I always wore condoms so I wouldn't bring some unwanted rug rats into this world. I know he went back and told Sandy what I had said. I remembered I didn't use a condom with Sandy.

At graduation Brian came up to me and told me that he and Sandy were getting married and moving to Cleveland. I asked him why so soon and he said that Sandy was pregnant and wanted to get married before she showed.

Sandy didn't seem as happy when I talked to her. When we were alone for a few minutes I congratulated her on getting her degree and getting married. She didn't seem all that happy. I told her there was something I had to tell her as she stared at me. "When we made love and I told you I loved you, I want you to know I meant it."

She waited a few seconds and said, "When I said, 'I love you too,' I also meant it." She turned around and walked away taking a piece of my heart with her.

It was a couple of years ago when they left. They got married in Las Vegas and lived in Cleveland. Through the grape vine I heard they had a baby boy. I didn't keep in touch with them because I knew it would only hurt me inside. I guess love really does grow fonder when you're apart, if it's truly love to begin with.

It was about six months ago that I heard that Brian was killed but not while on duty. He was riding his motorcycle and was involved in an accident. I did send a sympathy card and some flowers but didn't attend the funeral.

****

"Hi John," said Sandy. She looked as good as ever. I know I was smiling when I saw her.

"What are you doing here? Is this just a visit or more permanent?" I asked.

She thought a second before answering. "I couldn't stay in Cleveland by myself with just me and Brian John, so I came back here. My Uncle Joe owns this place and offered me a job. I bartend during the day and also do the bookkeeping. I thought I'd give it a try."

"Is your son named Brian John?" I asked.

"Yes Brian after his dad and John, after you. I always like that name. Brian John Regula is his full name, I call him Johnny. He's two and a half years old now. You have to meet him, he's a great kid."

"I look forward to meeting him. Just name the time and place and I'll be there. So, how are you doing? It must have been really rough on you. I heard to late to make the funeral, I hope you got my flowers."

"They were beautiful John. Thank you for thinking of us."

"I often think of you and the rest of the group. We had some good times together." She gave me a Miller's lite. She knew what I drank.

"I have customers to serve so I hope I see you again," she smiled at me.

I grabbed her arm before she walked away. "Sandy, if you need anything, anything at all I'm here for you. Even if it's just someone to talk too."

I let go of her arm and she smiled without saying anything. I did have another beer and when she handed it to me she also slipped me a piece of paper with her address and phone number on it.

I went home happier than I had been lately. I lay in my bed thinking about Sandy and hoped she still felt the same as I did. I knew one thing for sure, that you can love more than one person at a time. Maybe it depends on how strong that love is.

I called her the next day from work and she sounded happy to hear from me. I asked her if it would be alright to stop by her place after work and bring along a pizza. I looked forward to meeting little Johnny. She said that would be fine and set up a time.

Sandy lived in a double wide mobile home just down the rode from the bar. It was a later model than mine and was really nice looking. It set on a property that her parents owned, their house was maybe a hundred yards away. Her uncle who owned the bar owned all the property around the bar and had a home that was just down the lane from the bar.

I really had to idea that Sandy's family were all from this area. I had met her parents when they came to see her at college and knew they lived in this county. I only lived a few miles away but in another county.

When I arrived at Sandy's home her mother answered the door and welcomed me in. "John, it's so good to see you again. Sandy's changing Johnny, she'll be right out. So, what have you been up too for the last couple of years?" asked Emma, Sandy's mother.

I told her about the brick yard and that I was a yard foreman. I did tell her that my family owned the brick yard. She asked me if I was seeing anyone at the present time and I told her I wasn't. It made her smile.

"John, don't take this wrong but Sandy's very vulnerable right now and I am worried about her."

"I heard that Mother," said Sandy coming out of the bedroom with the cutest boy alive. "John, meet Johnny, the true love of my life."

"Hi there little fella," I said as Sandy handed him to me. We just sat down when there was a knock on the door. "That must be the pizza, I ordered." I put Johnny down on the couch and opened the door and paid for the pizza. Emma took it into the kitchen.

"I must be going," said Emma.

"You don't need to go," I said. There's plenty for everyone.

"Thank you John, but I have dinner on the stove. Jim is probably wanting for me. Remember what I said,"

"Mom! Goodnight, see you tomorrow," said a smiling Sandy.

Little Johnny crawled back over on my lap. I told Sandy that he sure was a cutie. She picked him up and put him in his highchair, then cut up a piece of pizza and he had no problem eating it. Sandy and I both took a piece and sat at the table.

"So, how are you doing Sandy? Are you coping ok?"

"I'm doing fine. Moving back here among family and friends was a good move for me. It was difficult in Cleveland with Brian gone all day and I didn't work and stayed home with Johnny. I did some internet selling but it just wasn't for me. So, what's this about an Amish girlfriend? Are you still screwing anything that moves?"

"Is it ok to speak honestly with you. I'll tell you about my life but if you feel uncomfortable at any point, I'll stop."

"Why would I feel uncomfortable about you talking about yourself? Remember I know what a pussy hound you were. I didn't agree with it but it was your life."

"Sandy, I really cared for you and I suspect you knew that. When you got pregnant and left you took a part of my heart with you. Yes, I still screwed around but nobody was like being with you.

"I worked at the brick yard and as I told your mother, I still do. Dad owns the place and I'm a foreman." I stopped for a minute and took another piece of pizza and Sandy got us both a beer.

"Go on with your story, I want to hear about you and the Amish girl," Sandy said with a smile."

I continued, "A few months ago I went to the beach with a guy that works for me. He asked me to take him to the beach since he didn't have a vehicle. Being the nice guy I am, I decided to take him."

"Yeah, you did it for him, not for all the bikini clad women on the beach," laughed Sandy.

"No, I really did it for him. He was talking to the woman and I asked him who it was and he said it was his sister, Mary. I went up and introduced myself."

Sandy interrupted me, "...did you take off your shirt and flex your muscles for her? I have to admit, you still look great."

"You don't look to bad yourself. Anyway we became friends and I let my guard down and kind of fell for her. Now she says she's going back to the Mennonite life and be a veterinarian. She told me the only way she could date me is if I become a Mennonite, which I can guarantee isn't going to happen.

"I also found out she left her old boyfriend when he got baptized and she didn't. I saw them together at a wedding and I'm sure she's going to go back to him. So, she's the second girl I fell for who pretty much left me."

"You said the second woman, who was the first?" asked Sandy.

I stared at her until she got the message. She looked down and neither of us said a thing. I reached over for another piece of pizza and asked for another beer to change the subject.

We talked about Johnny for awhile and she told me more about her life in Cleveland. She came out and told me that she really cared for Brian but wasn't sure she loved him. When she told him she was pregnant he asked her to marry him and she said yes. She wanted Johnny to have a father and Brian was a good man.

I asked her if she dated at all since Brian's death and she said she had no desire to date after he died. She also wanted to do what was right and was going to wait at least six months before she considered it. I mentioned to her that it has been six months since Brian's death and asked her if she would consider going on an actual date with me and she smiled. 

She said she would like that very much and we planned a date for the following weekend. She had to make sure her mom didn't have any plans so she would have a babysitter. "You're not using me as a rebound from your Amish girlfriend, are you?" She did smile when she said it.

I did give her a hug and a light kiss before I left, just like I used to do. On my way home I had to asked myself what I was doing. Did I really want to be with just one woman? I thought about Mary and about Sandy. They were so different from one another but both were beautiful and had wonderful personalities.

I knew it was over with Mary since she was going back to her church group; it just wasn't for me. Sandy had a kid and I knew that would change our dating situation and I had to wonder how it would change my life. My sister had two kids and I enjoyed being around them but at the end of the day they went home with their parents. I was just their friendly Uncle John.

I had a hard time getting to sleep. I kept thinking about Sandy and her child. I knew I still carried a torch for her as well as feeling sorry for her, losing her husband and raising a child by herself.

I began stopping in the bar after work to have a beer and to see Sandy. Whenever she was behind the counter it made me smile just to see her. I have to admit I also felt a bit jealous that she seemed to like her job and somewhat flirted with the patrons.

We went on our date and I even wore a sports jacket. No tie but I hardly ever wore one, funerals and weddings were probably the only time. When I picked up Sandy at the house she looked beautiful in a simple white blouse and black skirt.

Johnny smiled when he saw me and I had to hold him for a minute. Sandy's mom, Emma said to us to have a good time and reminded me of what she told me last time. I knew she was worried about Sandy so I let her know we were going out as old friends. She said, "I know, that's what worries me." She took Johnny from me and Sandy let her know we wouldn't be late.

We went to the Red Lobster and had a great meal. We talked a lot about old times and what we've done since graduation. Most of her time was spent being pregnant and then taking care of the baby. Brian spent most of his time working as a cop. Sandy didn't want to talk much about their relationship together or about Brian's parents.

After dinner we drove around for awhile and even stopped at a general store. I picked up a stuffed animal for Johnny. I asked her who she told Johnny I was and she told him to call me Uncle John, but so far he hadn't called me anything. He just smiles and comes to me.

I walked her to the door and she told me it was the nicest evening she's had in a long time. She kissed me on the cheek and gave me a hug. I was a bit surprised, expecting a real kiss but I wasn't going to push things.

I stopped in the bar after work quite often. Her Uncle Joe was usually bartending and would point to the office where Sandy spent a lot of her time doing the books. I was one of the few customers he let go back to see Sandy. I've known Joe most of my life; he was good people. I just didn't know Sandy was his niece.

I asked Sandy if she would like to go to the zoo and we could take Johnny. I let her know I went there the month before and it was a nice place and I thought Johnny would love it. She did ask me if I went with my Amish girlfriend and I told her Mary was not my girlfriend and reminded her that Mary wasn't Amish. It made her laugh.

She agreed to go and we set it up for Saturday. The bar was getting busy so Sandy went out to help her uncle bartend. Damn, she was good, and fast. There were a number of couples in the bar and someone started playing the jukebox. There was a small dance floor and a couple of women were doing what I called boot scooting. It was similar to line dancing but not enough people to make a line.

The women called to Sandy to join them. She laughed and headed for the dance floor. I was surprised when she stopped and grabbed my hand and told me to dance with her. We used to boot scoot all the time in college.

At first I declined but my friends harassed me till I went out there. I have to admit it was fun. The floor was getting crowded and I put my arm around Sandy's waist and we boot scooted together. I loved to see her smile. She also turned and rubbed her backside against me, then gave me a naughty look. It was beginning to be more like old times.

****

I picked Sandy and Johnny up to go to the zoo. I told Sandy that I was making a pit stop at my parents house so my mom could meet Johnny. For some reason Sandy looked worried. I didn't know why because my mom always liked Sandy and mom was real easy going.

We knocked on the door and I was holding Johnny. Mom opened the door with the biggest smile. She immediately hugged Sandy. "Sandy, it's so good to see you again. I was sorry to hear about your loss, Brian was a good friend of John's. So who is this little guy?" she said as she took Johnny out of my arms.

I answered and told my mom his name was Johnny, sort of after me. His first name is Brian after his dad. Sandy called him Johnny.

"He's so cute, I already love him. He looks so much like you when you were young." Mom must have struck a nerve without knowing it. She handed me Johnny and said she wanted to get one of her old photo albums. Mom knew where everything was. She was one of the most organized people I know.

I looked over at Sandy and she looked very nervous. Mom came back in the room and opened her photo album to a picture of me when I was three. "He looks just like you John, it's uncanny."

Sandy looked at the picture and started to cry. Mom looked at her and said, "Oh my God!" I asked mom if she would take Johnny in the other room for a few minutes. I needed to talk to Sandy alone.

"Come with me Sweetie, I think we have some ice cream," said my mom as she took Johnny into the kitchen.

Sandy was sitting down and tears coming down her cheeks. "Is he mine," I asked.

"I don't know," said Sandy. "He could be."

"What do you mean, could be? Did you had a DNA test done to see who the father is? Did Brian know that Johnny might not be his? Sandy, talk to me!"

"It started back when I had sex with you. I felt bad about it and had sex with Brian the next night," she replied.

"I thought you were on the pill or I would have used a condom."

"I was on the pill and still am. I had a yeast infection the month before and the doctor told me to stop taking the pill until it went away. I was suppose to start back on them the following week after I was with you. I thought the pills from the month before would keep me protected. I thought wrong."

"Why didn't you tell me it might be my baby?" I asked Sandy.

"John, I was scared and afraid after I got pregnant. I wasn't even sure if I was going to keep the baby. Brian came over and I was crying. I told him about being pregnant and he asked me to marry him. He never asked if it was his or anything like that. He said he loved me and would marry me, so I said yes."

"Didn't you even think about me. I've loved you too for the longest time. Why didn't you even give me a chance?"

"The week before I found out I was pregnant, you told Brian that you screwed around because you liked getting strange and wasn't ready to settle with one woman or have kids. I loved you too John, but you didn't seem interested in me after we slept together."

"Sandy, I loved you and when I saw you with Brian a couple of days later it really pissed me off. I screwed anyone willing because I was made at you. Did you love Brian?"

"I loved you both but in different ways. You were always more fun to be with but you flirted with any girl with an ass." She kind of laughed when she said it. "Brian seemed more trustworthy and he asked me to marry him and I needed that support at the time."

"So you never wondered who's child it was?" I asked.

"Of course I did but when Brian's parents asked him to have a DNA test done, he told them 'No', that Johnny was his kid. His parents wouldn't accept Johnny as their grandson unless he had the test done. Brian told his parents to go to hell. They never talked to Brian or me again until the funeral. 

"They still didn't recognize Johnny. I didn't know if you knew that Brian's parents were quite wealthy. I guess that they were worried about giving away any of it. They were some cold-hearted people."

"Sandy, would you mind if I took Johnny to the clinic next week and have a test done. I really would like to know for sure." I asked.

"Sure, I would honestly like to know myself," said Sandy. "Is our zoo date cancelled. I couldn't blame you if you didn't want to go now."

"Heck no, I've been looking forward to taking Johnny to see the animals."

Mom brought Johnny back into the room. Before we left she hugged Sandy and told her she understood how rough it must have been for her. She told her she was welcome back anytime and so was little Johnny.

****

We had a fun time at the zoo. Johnny loved the animals and the large playground they had at the zoo. Sandy and I got a bite for lunch and something to drink. Johnny wasn't hungry and wanted to play on the slides, ropes and swings. We sat with a lot of the other parents all watching their kids play.

I would hear kids yell, 'watch me mommy' or 'watch me daddy'. Every time I heard a kid yell for his dad I saw Johnny look at me. He kind of called me John a few times. It usually came out as Yon. He was having a good time and kids were asking their dad to catch them on the end of the big slide. Johnny yelled to me, "Daddy! Come and catch me!




Rumspringa: The Sequel



I honestly don't know why he said it but I was there for him. It was the first time he ever said it. He came sliding down the big slide and I caught him at the bottom. Thinking back I believe he heard the other kids call for their dads so he said the same thing.

Sandy and I never asked him why he said it or questioned him. The rest of the day he sometimes called me Yon and other times called me daddy. Sandy seemed a bit concerned and I could see it on her face. 

"What is it Sandy? What's bothering you?"

"John, I know you're getting the DNA test done this week. What if he's not your biological son?"

"Sandy, whether he's my blood or not, he is going to need a male figure in his life and with your permission I intent to be that father figure." Sandy gave me a big hug and grabbed hold of my hand as we walked.

On Tuesday after work I picked up Sandy at her work and we picked up Johnny and went to the clinic for our test. It was nothing but a swab inside the mouth. The nurse said she would mail me the results in about three weeks. I told her that on TV they got them the same day. She laughed and told me I should have gotten them done on TV.

The three of us went out for dinner and we talked. We asked Johnny if he liked the zoo and he said he wanted to go back some time. Sandy told him maybe next year. He then asked her if he could have a dog. I told him I had a big dog at the brick yard and I would take him to see him.

Kids don't understand time. As soon as he got done eating he asked me to take him to see dog. That was my dog's name. He was a mutt that hung around the brick yard and everyone fed him. As I mention one of the Amish guys built him a dog house behind one of the yard building.

We took a ride over to the yard. I mentioned to Sandy that I took Dog to get looked at and had to buy him a dog license. She saw right through me and asked if Mary was the vet I went to; I told her it was. She shook her head but did smile.

Johnny liked Dog and petted him but we knew Dog was to big for him and Dog wasn't used to being around small kids. Sandy said he would need a smaller dog so he could hold it and play with it. She did tell him we would see about a dog later.

It wasn't a week later when I stopped by Sandy's to see Johnny when he came running out holding a puppy. I went in and saw this tiny little fluffy thing. I asked Johnny what he named him and he said, Buddy, cause he was his Buddy.

Sandy came in smiling and told me she and Johnny went by the animal shelter and she let Johnny pick out the puppy. I knew there was more coming as I stared at her.

"She's beautiful John. I went to the vet to have Buddy checked out and Mary waited on me. She was nice and gave me instructions on taking care of the puppy. Before I left I thanked her for giving up the most wonderful, nicest and generous man I have ever met. She looked at me but didn't say anything except to wish you well."

"Sandy, there's only one woman in my life right now and that's you." I kiss her and we both turned our attention to Johnny and Buddy.

****

I would stop by the bar at least three times a week to see Sandy and spend my weekends with her and Johnny. Her eyes seem to light up when I entered the bar if she was behind the counter. She flirted a little but let the men know she had a boyfriend, that would be me.

Her parents and mine both knew about me taking the test and waiting on the results. The three weeks had gone by and I received the results in the mail. I have to admit I was half afraid to open it. I called Sandy and asked her to come over to my trailer when she got off work. I had something important to talk to her about.

She came in looking a bit worried. "What is it John? You sounded anxious."

"I have a few things to talk over with you. One of them is I received the test results and I haven't opened it yet." 

"John, is that why you haven't tried to make love to me? We've been somewhat of a couple for a number of weeks and you haven't even tried, not that I would have let you." She laughed to add a little humor. "Were you waiting on the test results?"

"Sandy, I've wanted to make love to you ever since I first saw you. I didn't want it to be a rebound and I wanted to give you time. Besides, I need an answer to a big question before we get together."

"Does it all lie on the test results?"

"God no! I wanted you to answer a question for me before we read the results. I want you to know how I feel before we read it. Sandy, will you marry me regardless of the DNA results."

She started crying and gave me our first passionate kiss. "Of course I'll marry you, you big lug. I've always loved you."

I opened the envelope. "Well it says that the result is 99.999% sure that little Johnny is my son." I sat down and just started crying. I've never done that in my entire life. Sandy sat down next to me and we held each other for the next ten minutes.

Sandy called her mom and asked her if she could watch Johnny for the night. She told her that the test results were back and Johnny was my son and we were going to celebrate and she wouldn't get home till late. She also told her that I had proposed to her and we would be getting married. I could hear her mother crying through the phone.

I called my mom and told her the results also and told her we had a wedding to plan. She was really excited also. I could hear her tears of happiness over the phone. I remember her saying she was a grandmother again.

I asked Sandy where she wanted to celebrate and she took me into the bedroom. "I've wanted you ever since I saw you that first night in the bar too. I love you John. I have always loved you.

She kissed me lightly and then smiled at me. We kissed again and again every time more passionately. I slowly unbuttoned her blouse and then took it off along with her bra. She had the nicest looking tits. She pulled my shirt off over my head and put her hands on my chest and began rubbing it.

I pulled her against me and felt her breasts against my chest. We both undid or jeans and let them fall to the floor. She sat on the edge of the bed and lay back. As she lifted her hips I pulled off her panties. I buried my face in her pubic hair and kissed my way down to her damp pussy.

"John, you need to know that I haven't been with anyone since the death of Brian. I also started back on the pill after I saw you at the bar, hoping we might get together again. God, I love the way you eat me out, oh so good, I'm going to come," she said as she grabbed hold of my head and I tongued her to completion. 

She moved to the center of the bed and I got between her legs and slowly rubbed my cock up and down her pussy lips. Every time I went across her opening my cock entered her a little. Finally I couldn't take it anymore as I pushed my cock deep into her and we built up speed until I came hard in her. After I came I stayed in her till her pussy stopped pulsating. I kissed her and rolled off of her and we cuddled and fell asleep.

Sometime during the night I awoke and my cock was hard and pushing against her backside. I worked my way down and lifted her leg and put it over my thigh and entered her again from behind. It wasn't long before she woke up and began to press back hard against me until we both came once again.

She woke early and said she had to get home and change her clothes for work. After taking a quick shower she kissed me and told me she loved me.

****

I wanted her to have a real wedding and we had it at my parents neighborhood church. I remember our preacher saying that was one way to get me in church. I couldn't believe all the people that attended. The church was full. Uncle Joe closed his bar for the day for our private party. It was pretty much all the people that came regularly to the bar plus family and friends

I invited Eli and Anna to the wedding. I was surprised to see they came but I was his boss after all. They were good people. He did tell me that Mary ended her Rumspringa and was baptized into their church.

Eli and Anna did some boot scootin' with us. They said they would teach their families. It was a fun dance and should get accepted.

Epilogue:

Life for Sandy and I is great. We live in her trailer since it is bigger and newer than mine. We leased mine out for a little extra income. We have a number of legal issues to decide but we're in no hurry. We need to decide whether to have Johnny's birth certificate changed to add me as the father.

I could also just adopt Johnny and then there's the child support from Brian's death to decide. The main thing is Johnny is my son and he calls me Daddy now; No more John. We are a family and a very happy one. Buddy, our fuzz ball of a dog loves Johnny. They really are best buds.

Sandy did write a letter to Brian's parents to let them know that Johnny had a DNA test done and Brian was not the father. She did tell them that she recently married Johnny's biological father and is very happy.

She did get a reply from Brian's older sister thanking her for letting her parents know the truth. She told Sandy that when Brian was little he caught the mumps and it was a severe case. They were told that Brian would not be able to father kids and that was where their doubt came from.

That would be the last connection she would have with Brian's family but Johnny has two sets of grandparents that love and adore him.

We look back and see all the changes that took place in our life. I ended up with my first real love and a son that I love dearly.

Life is good!

Thank you for reading my story

Comments are welcome and appreciated.

DG Hear