0 comments/ 13659 views/ 14 favorites She Came for Abel By: ChokoLitStixxx332 Abel Minellstack took a deep breath and filled his massive lungs with the pristine Ohio Valley air. Abel was only twenty five years old, and already had been imparted with a generous 95 acre farm. His father, Caleb, had insisted on it being a dairy farm. Yet Abel stood his ground, and in the end settled with a large produce farm, mainly farming corn and wheat. What was that saying that the Englishers like to use? One has to crawl before they learn to walk. Abel, living in the lusciousness of Ohio's Amish country had nothing but time...and space...to perfect his craft. Speaking of space, that was what drew not only him, but the whole community, to sit and lumber about on their porches. THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE GETTING A NEW NEIGHBOR. While most of the realtors in the area worked with the community and always gave a 'heads up', Smitherman never did. He owned land just outside of the county lines. And to be honest, he simply sold to the highest bidder. This time around, that person just so happened to be the one and only Ms. Souella Downs, a retired black lawyer from upstate New York. Not only was she very well known in the law community, but upstate New York also has a sizeable Amish community...one in which she was also very well known. (But we'll get to that part later on.) Souella smiled a large grin and revelled in the fact that she, a forty five year old black woman, was able to retire with millions of dollars in the bank. But that's what happens when you settle a wrongful death suit against an out of control police department. She had naturally made plenty of enemies. So when she settled her most recent case, she decided to take her money and keep it moving. "Florida," some said. "Hawaii," said another. When Souella announced her final decision, many of her friends were surprised. "Ohio?...what the hell is in Ohio?" "That's for me to know," Souella felt her nipples harden, as she thought of the first time she allowed a strapping Amish buck to dick her down. The loving had come fast, and to Souella's surprise, extremely rough. "Ass up," Jonas used one of his black boots to firmly hold over Souella's head. "Arch your fucking back and wiggle that shit in my face." Souella was shocked to hear the Amish stud speak to her in that manner. But she was even more shocked when Jonas ripped her ass cheeks in two and jammed his entire tongue as far up her ass as it could possibly go. SPUIZZZZZZZZZ, girl cum instantly sprayed from her hyper sensitive pussy lips. Souella had been rubbing her clit the entire time, and when Jonas buried his tongue up her ass, she just let it rip. "Do you feel how tight dat ass is, baby? If it'll do that for your tongue, just imagine how good it will feel over your dick. Ahh god...fuccckkk." Jonas ripped his tongue from her ass and in one swift motion, slammed ELEVEN inches of corn fed, country dick inside of her spasming asshole. "Yee-ah, bitch," the Amish stud whispered in her ear. "Ye liking dis big deeeck, huh?" Souella felt like cumming just at the thought of it. That Amish buck had turned her the fuck out, as he fucked her in his straw hat and black work boots. Souella knew it was wrong, especially in that particular community. But that's what made it so exciting for her, to give this Amish stud a private Rumspringa. * Abel's world. * "It can't be," Abel spied an African-American woman park a sleek Mercedes Benz. While Abel loved the women of his own community, Abel was always one to appreciate a woman with a stacked, rear end. And lets face it: what are sistas known for? Abel quietly licked his lips and thought, "This just might get interesting." With the Amish community being the way it was, they gave her a few days to get settled before sending a welcoming committee her way. Of course it was mainly composed of a few women who baked a few cakes, but they still needed a man to drive the buggy. Which, I'm sure I don't have to tell you, turned out to be Abel. "Who's he?" Souella inquired. The older women of the group practically ignored her, while one of the younger gals quietly smiled and spoke up. "Umm. His name is Abel...he owns all of the land that borders your property." "I beg your pardon," Souella eyed the Amish stud up and down. "He looks to be so young. He can't be a day past twenty-five years old." "How did you know?" the gal laughed. "In our world, women tend to know these things, dear. It was an educated guess..." "His father is one of the Elders," the gal continued. Souella nearly creamed her panties then and there. Able was one mule of a man. He stood over six foot three, 310 pounds, with bulging muscles that literally stretched his clothes from all angles. His sleeves were rolled and displayed his massive biceps, while his pants worked overtime to contain and conceal his massive ass, colossal thighs and erect looking dick that never seemed to go down. "It's not really proper, but we're the type of people to help our neighbors-" "Mm- hmm," Souella nodded. "...so if you need anything, I'm sure he would help." Oh, Souella needed help alright. She wanted to be tied to a fence, kneeling before the Amish stud, as he rammed his massive dick in and out of her throat. That would help. Later that night, Souella enjoyed the homemade Amish pies. But what she really enjoyed, being in the country and all, was opening her window and screaming her orgasm deep into the night. She had inserted thirteen inches of anal beads up the ass, along with clothespins to each nipples. Then as she wildly rubbed circles over her clit and humped the air, she let the world know what she really wanted. "Abelll...fuuccckkk meeeee." "Un...nn-nn...unnnnn," Abel stood in the cornfield, legs wide apart, as he held his breath, rolled his eyes and curled his tongue over the top of his lips. "Fuckin bitch." Abel felt like the ground was shaking as he listened to the sweet symphony of his own cum splish splash to the ground. What would he give to be nutting down her throat...or better yet, that dark chocolate ass. "Oh fuck," Abel moaned in his German accent, as he squeezed his cock head (simulating a black ass). "Take this fucking cum." Abel had been out taking a nightly stroll, as always, when he heard Souella's loud, orgasmic moans. He happily joined in, jacking his own dick, as her moans reiterated what he already knew: THAT BLACK ASS WAS GRASS. Souella didn't know how to feel, as she layed in her bed later that night. Goosebumps ran up and down her spine as she still lusted over the burly, red headed Amish stud. There was just something about the way that chest seemed to demand her attention, or his massive ass that seemed to have a life of it's own. What would Souella give to be lying on her back, (legs in the air and nails digging into dat ass) while the Amish stud hammered her into the fucking ground? She rubbed her knees together in lust just at the thought of it. "One day soon, my love...one day soon..." A few weeks passed and Souella received confirmation for what she already knew: she felt at home around the Amish. You just didn't get all of the noise that comes with city living. And Souella could appreciate that. LATER THAT EVENING Souella had been out riding Trigger, her lovely horse, just to get a better feel for the land. The realtor had used a golf cart to show her around the last time. But there was something special about seeing and actually "feeling" the land on your own time. What Souella didn't expect to find was Abel clad in a tight pair of black pants, his straw hat and naked, bare chest that glistened under a well dredged coat of sweat. "Well, well, well," Souella quickly hopped from Trigger and tied him down to a large oak tree. "Never knew an Amish stud to run around the farm halfway naked." "My land. My rules," Abel replied more arrogantly than Souella would ever expect. "But that's just it," Souella retrieved a map from her pocket. "It's not your land...it's mine." Abel felt his face redden as he couldn't believe this whipper snapper had the nerve to address him in such an aggressive manner. I mean, his people had welcomed her. The least she could do is show a little respect. "Let me see that," Abel snatched the map out of her hand, having made a decision to handle her in the exact same way as she was handling him. As Abel studied the map, Souella realized that the Amish stud was more handsome from up close. While Abel was the son of a church elder, that didn't erase the look of pure lust that she could see deep inside of his eyes. Abel was just what the doctor ordered, and Souella knew more than ever that she would not stop until her pussy juices were squirting over his dick and down his massive ass. "Well, I'll be damned," Abel huffed. "Looks like you may be right." "Of course I am," Souella folded her hands over her hips. "In this community, we handle things internally," Abel could feel his TWELVE INCH dick begin to pulsate from the double meaning of his words. Abel heard her screaming his name that night as she thrashed around on her own bed. So why were they still pretending? The way Abel looked at it was either "put up or shut up." "Internally?" Souella softly licked her lips, as she eyed him up and down. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" "I heard you the other night," Abel laid his cards out on the table. "So if you expect me to cave in to your demands, give me a reason." Souella palmed the studs massive ass and knelt so that she could trail her tongue from the edge of his waistline, between his belly button and up to his large inflamed nipple (which she lightly began to chew upon.) "Oh fuck," Abel rolled his eyes in a 360. "Damn that feels good." In the Amish community, sex could have a tendency to become straight up the middle. So as Souella sank to her knees, Abel spread his legs nearly six feet apart as he towered over the kneeling woman. "Suck my dick," Abel said in a voice that didn't sound like his own. "C'mon." Souella quickly yanked his pants off, but he elected to keep on his shiny black dress shoes due to the high grass and sharp sticks. That left him in the skin that God gave him...and his straw hat. If this wasn't a dream come true, nothing was. She leaned under him and -in one long swab- trailed her tongue from his asshole, between the middle of his nuts and every last inch of his rock hard dick. "Ptuhhh," Souella haulked all over his dick. "Mmm hmm," Abel moaned. "Do it again." Souella corn cobbed the underside of his dick as she licked backwards and in reverse. When she got to his nuts, she took the time to suck and roll them between her teeth. She did that until his knees knocked together and did as he originally asked: she licked from his asshole and to the top of his dick. "I know you won't be able to get me down in one try...not without help..." Souella opened wide and allowed him to shove a good five inches into her mouth. Then (and in an attempt to impress him) she pulled down on his massive ass so that she could impale her throat on an additional three inches. "I can tell that you're trying," he stared deep inside of her eyes. "But the simple fact is this: TRY HARDER!! SUCK DAT FUCKIN DICK!!" Abel gritted his teeth, stood on his tippy toes and shoved...and shoved... and shoved until his dick became lodged in her warm, tight throat. "Unnnn," Abel moaned deeply. He then wiggled his ass like a duck shaking its tail feather, as he sought to drive even more of his dick down her throat. He couldn't get KY Jelly in the Amish community. So he was relying on her throat mucous as lubricant for her up and coming ass reaming. "Aiight, you little trouble making bitch. Whose land is this? "Yours." Souella seen every color of the rainbow as the 310 pound stud reamed her a new one. The orgasms came fast. The orgasms came hard. But it was also an eye opening experience. If this was how Amish men settled things amongst the women, then she knew what she had to become... A MUTHAFUCKIN PROBLEM.