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Amish Delight
By: John Maddux
CHAPTER 1: AMISH ACRES
Amish Acres is a tourist attraction whose proprietors are all Amish. While on our family vacation we saw the brochure and decided to check it out. The attraction featured a museum & general store. The people who ran the attractions were real life Amish who took turns working the place between their other jobs and duties. We had a week to see all the area attractions including this one so it worked out for me that I would have time to track down the beautiful creature I would know only as Sara.
Sara was working the replica barn the day we went through and gave a demonstration on milking a cow. She was a lovely creature. She wore a black dress with white trimming, a white bonnet, and leather ankle length boots. Her dark brown hair was pulled back under her bonnet in a bun, her dark brown almost black eyes shone like coal as she talked. Her build was not one the typical male would even look twice at outside the Amish world.
She was short, around 5 feet tall. Her skin was pasty white, she wore absolutely no makeup. From what I could tell of her body, which wasn’t much in the loose fitting dress, she was rather small chested, but what she did have sat even with her arm when it was bent across her body. Perhaps one of the symptoms of nurturing children from her bosoms or perhaps the Amish don’t wear bras and after years of no support they just ended up there. Her body seemed to show ample curves. I would guess her around a size 12. As she talked and then demonstrated how to massage the cow’s udders I couldn’t help but imagine massaging hers.
The park closed at 6pm so I made sure I would have time to drop the family off at the hotel and get back in time to hopefully catch her alone. It wasn’t hard, most of the folks closed up their shops and displays and then simply mounted up or climbed into their buggies one at a time and rode off. I snuck around towards the barn. Slipping in the back and moving into the loft above her buggy horses. I then take up my place and wait patiently for her to ready her ride. She comes in and walks to her buggy and horses; I listen to make sure no one would join us.
She begins hitching up her horses to her buggy and I spring into action, dropping down out of the loft, grabbing her and knocking her over as I drop. She is pulled off her feet and onto the floor. Before she can scream I cover her mouth and let her feel the cold sharp steel of my blade as I press it tightly under her jaw to her throat. I threaten to kill her if she screams or makes a sound, she nods she understands and I slip my hand slow from her mouth.
“You got a name precious?”
“It’s Sara, Sara Tifford.”
I grab her by the arm and drag her into one of the unused stalls, shoving her down in front of a bale of straw.
She knows then what is going to happen and she begins pleading, begging me for mercy, for me to spare her a lifetime of shame.
“Please mister, you don’t want to do this, there’s no reason, I mean you don’t understand our culture, please you can’t do this!”
I backhand her and flash the blade at her demanding she stand up. She stands slowly and continues to plead, “Please mister, I’m Amish, our men have different ideals and principals than worldly men. If you do this…my…my husband will never touch me again. I will be impure in his eyes and unfit to be his wife. Please I have a husband and 6 children that need me, please don’t take all of this away from me!”
I say nothing still as I stare at her, slowly reaching up, pulling the pins from the front of her dress, as I unpin it to below her breasts I pull the dress from her shoulders, baring her breasts.
As I suspected earlier, she wears no bra and her breasts look as though she has nourished 6 children. Stretch marks starting at the top of the breasts and spanning around and all the way down to her areola.
She now cries openly, humiliated, knowing if her husband ever found out… she knows she will never tell him, that this secret will have to go to her grave with her.
I begin opening my pants, pulling them down a little ways before I slide my boxer briefs down exposing her to the second cock she has ever seen.
I quickly hit her behind the knees, her knees bend and she goes to the barn floor quickly, sitting kneeling down on her knees. I step close, my cock oozing precum, I grab hold of her hair firmly and hold her face still then begin to rub the oozing fluid across her cheeks and lips.
I rub my swollen member all over her face and neck then stop, holding the tip less than an inch from her mouth.
“You can either open your mouth and suck it or I can tie you to the post over there and use that whip hanging up to convince you to suck it.”
She glances at the coiled whip hanging on the wall to the back, then to me. She knows either way she is going to be raped; her only thought is keeping her physical abuse to a minimum so she won’t have to tell her husband what has happened. Slowly she reaches up, tears are flowing down her cheeks as she opens her mouth and places my cock inside.
She obviously has never sucked a man before because she has to be told how to do it. Every little instruction had to be given so she understands how to pleasure a man with her mouth.
“Sara, form an O with your lips, now as I slide my cock into your mouth place your hands behind your back and let your tongue glide across the under side. Continue that as I thrust in and out of your mouth!”
Tears rolling down her pale cheeks as her hands are clasp behind her back, her mouth stuffed full of my cock as I fuck her married mouth.
After a couple minutes of her working me over I grab her arm and lift her up. Walking her to the straw bale I shove her over it, bending her over.
I pull her dress up and drape it over her wide hips, grasping her white brief panties and ripping them off, shoving them into my pocket.
“Please mister, don’t do this! Please don’t… If my husband finds out… I will never be allowed back home… Never allowed to see my children again, you can’t…Please mister, no!”
Again I say nothing and refuse to answer her. I simply move in behind her, using my feet I kick hers apart to get better access to her babyslit. She thrashes a bit, clearly scared to be used by a man other than her husband.
I pull her wrist back behind her back, forcing her to hold still. I place the wet tip to her babyslit and shove forward.
She buries here face in the straw bale and sobbed openly, “mmmmmmmmph, no, no, please, nooooooo,” her words breaking apart as she twists her head side to side on the hay bale.
She is begging me to stop as I force and shove, prying her open and burying my cock in deep. I spread her fat motherly ass cheeks to give me deeper access and grind my hips working my cock nice and deep in her. Using her wrist behind her back as leverage I begin to saw in and out of her slowly and very hard.
After about 10 minutes has passed I pick up my pace, thrusting faster and harder. She knows I am trying to work towards orgasm at this point. Her hole is getting wetter and wetter. The wetter she gets the sloppier and looser she feels.
It becomes apparent at this point she has clearly delivered all 6 kids naturally, through her babyslit. Now I began to feel less and less friction on my cock. Eventually there is no friction at all… there is no way short of me jerking off I am going to be able to cum inside her babyslit!
She knows I am trying to work myself to cum inside her, “Please mister, no, please don’t spill your seed inside me! I swear I will be good, I’ll hold still and let you use me if you just promise not to spill it inside me!”
She has my attention now and I speak for the first time since I started fucking her. “You swear to hold still, to let me use you anyway I want in order to get my relief?”
She nods, “yes”.
I release her arm and she wraps it around the bale and grasps it tightly to steady herself. I pull her panties from my pocket and stuff them into her mouth.
“I wont lie, this is gonna hurt, and it’s gonna hurt you bad!”
She had no idea what I intend to do next. I guess in her faith sex was something only done to breed? She has never sucked a cock so she probably has never had her mommyhole hole used for its intended purpose either. I slide out, guiding the tip to her backside.
As the tip touches her virgin hole her head shoots back a glance over her shoulder and her eyes clearly say no.
I reach around under her with my left hand, sliding it up under the front of her dress, I find her tummy and began to squeeze and fondle her pudge. I roll her motherly tummy fat in my fingers, playing with it and groping on her as I begin to push myself into her. I let her pussy juices serve as lubrication as I pry her open and then in one brutal fast thrust shove the entire cock into her until my balls pressed into her labia.
“Mmmmmmmmphhhhhhhh” Head thrashing side to side.
Her scream is muffled by her gag but it’s clear it hurts her inside. With my right hand I grasp her shoulder, now with two hand holds on her body tightly I start to saw in and out, using her chaste pure body for my own carnal desires. She wails and cries into her gag, her hands gripping into the straw so tight her knuckles are white.
I laugh at her pain as I break her open and use her. I ram at various angles, making sure to drive my cock into her walls from ever side. The various angles, chaffing and tearing her inside, I want to make her hurt!
I have just begun to thrust in and very hard, the force lifting her feet from the ground, when she stops sobbing. She only grunts now as she lays still. I slide my cock out and shove my thumbs into her ass, then pull outward with them, stretching her wide.
As I hold her hole about 2 inches open ramming myself back into her. She still only grunts as I use her. I continue this way for a few minutes more and feel my orgasm building. I let go of her hole and spread her cheeks wide so I can get deeper. I begin using her bowels for my own pleasures.
Moments later I wrap my arms around her, hold her tightly to me and began to cry out and grunt loudly as I start pumping my seed into her. Jet after jet of it sprays and splashes into her torn cavity. As she feels cum splatter her insides she begins to sob anew.
Not a painful sob, a humiliated, defiled sob. I hold her cheeks wide as I slide out. I Watch the blood and cum pour out and run down her thigh. I then stand up, pulling my boxers and pants back up and buckling them. She doesn’t speak this time, she only sobs and sniffles, rolling off the bale and pulling her knees to her chest.
I sneak out the back to my car before rejoining my wife and kids in the hotel. I scan the news channels and see nothing of the event mentioned. I figure with her background and culture she will never tell anyway. Later, after my shower, I snuggle up behind my wife, pulling up her night gown, press my cock between her plump round cheeks, and let it rest there as I nod off to sleep.
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