Amish Annie

My name is Annie. At the time of this story I was thirteen years old, and had just finished the equivalent of eighth grade. You see I was Amish, and that was all the formal schooling I would ever get. I was 4 feet, 10 inches tall, and had long brown hair which I parted down the middle and then wore in a bun, along with a white cap. I went through puberty several years ago. My breasts were 34C but were often lost beneath my long, full, plain cotton dress, since we were not allowed to wear bras. I also had a pretty thick bush of brown pubic hair, which I kept hidden under my homemade, white cotton underpants that looked a lot like boxer shorts.

I would soon be expected to marry and have children, but first I could choose to go through the ritual known as Rumspringa, or "running around". Rumspringa is a two year period, where Amish teens can do whatever they want, live in the outside world, drink, experiment with drugs, and even have sex, without judgment, without consequences.

I decided to opt for Rumspringa, and I moved to the next town over, to an apartment with a bunch of other Rumspringa teens. I was one of the youngest. One of the older girls, put me the pill, saying it was better to be safe than sorry.

My first weekend, out of the house, we were all invited to a rager in a barn, thrown by a group of nearby high school kids. A rager is a party, without adult supervision, with booze, drugs, loud music, and dancing, everything we were not normally allowed to do.

I didn't have time to get any regular clothes, so I had to wear my Amish garb, without the cap.

The rager was the most fantastic thing I ever experienced. There in an old barn, were more flashing lights, than I had ever seen. In the front was a DJ, playing a loud kind of music, they called Techno. Girls got in free, and there was all the booze you could drink. The choices were beer or some kind of alcoholic punch. I choose the punch. These kids were pretty good. There were no drugs allowed.

The kids there were also really nice, especially the boys. A lot of them talked to me, and asked questions. They had grown up with us Amish all around but never really got to know any of us, since we didn't go to their school.

They showed me how to fast dance and I did so with several of the boys, while others kept bringing me drinks. As the night wore on, the music started to get slower, and the lights stopped flashing and got dim. One of the older boys, whose name was John, asked me to slow dance, but I said I didn't know how. He told me it was easy, put his arms around me, and led the way. He was right, it was easy. As he pressed into me, I think he could feel that my 34C breasts were braless, unlike most of the other girls there. When that song ended, another one of his friends took over, and he too held me close. That was repeated three more times. I seemed to be the center of attention, of five, sixteen year old boys.

Meanwhile, the rager must have been ending, for most of the people had cleared out, including the friends I came with. I must have looked panicked.

"Don't worry." said John. "I can bring you home. But first we have to clean up. This is my family's barn. You can help if you want."

I was happy to help and I went around the room, picking up those plastic cups and other trash.

When it was all cleaned up, I sat on a hay bale, and the boys sat around me. We each had another drink. I was feeling pretty open and uninhibited.

The boys were really interested to know more about Amish life and asked me more questions.

"Tell us more about this Rumspringa." they asked, "Are you really allowed to do anything?"

"Yes." I told them. "The elders want us to experience everything, and make sure we are certain about choosing the Amish way of life when we return."

"You have pretty hair," one of them said, "why don't you let it down?"

"We are not allowed to." I replied.

"But I thought you were on Rumspringa?" he said.

"You're right, I keep forgetting." I said, reaching back and unclipping the bun. As I shook my head back and forth, my brown hair cascaded down below my waist. "As you can see, we are not allowed to cut it either."

"I like your dress," one boy said, "but I have another question. I've never seen any underwear on clothes lines. What do girls wear underneath?"

"We are modest about those things." I said. "We don't let the whole world see. And yes, I wear panties, they are big and ugly, but I am not allowed to wear a bra, just kind of an undershirt thingy." That seemed to get everyone's attention.

"Please show us!" we said.

"Well I am on Rumspringa," I said "and I want to do everything, so sure. But I'll need some help. My dress doesn't have buttons. Only these ties in the back. Who can help untie them?"

Three of the boys jumped forward, as I stood up, and reached for the ribbons going down my back. After some fumbling, the ties came undone, and my dress fell to the floor. I stepped out of it and turned towards them.

I was only a thirteen year old, standing in front of five sixteen year olds, yet I sensed I was the one in control. It was a good feeling, since most Amish women, are all made to feel inferior.

Even though I thought I looked ugly, in my big panties and loose undershirt, the boys seemed to be loving it. I didn't realize it at the time, but my dark aureolas and nipples showed thru the top.

John asked if he could touch them. I saw no harm in this, said yes, and he reached forward and started feeling my 34C breasts. I don't know if it was the attention, the alcohol, or the Rumspringa, but I enjoyed it.

Seeing this, the other boys moved in and also started groping me.

I felt lightheaded but still totally in control. If I was to experience "Rumspringa," I thought, "this was the way to do it!"

After a while, they pulled my top off and all started feeling my bare breasts.

Then there was a hand, at the waistband of my panties and I felt them being slid all the way off. There I stood, my thirteen year old naked virgin body, in front of five sixteen year old boys.

I must admit, it was exciting.

I wondered what they thought of my bushy, brown pubic hair. Could they see the plush lips within?" I felt a hand brush against it, and then another. One was so bold, it pressed against my slit. Another probed my pussy opening. Finally all hands were on me, my breasts, my slit and even the little bud at the top, that I knew was called the clitoris. It was being rubbed and massaged. I loved it!

All of a sudden, I felt a sensation down there, I never felt before. The walls deep within my vagina, started to expand and contract. My whole body shook all over and then I felt a release which left me satisfied, beyond belief. I looked puzzled and then one of the boys explained to me about orgasms.

I had learned about sex at an early age. I was taught that the purpose of sex, was only to have children. A woman was supposed to be passive and submissive. No one told me it would also feel good!

It was my first orgasm. I really liked it. Amish girls were taught, that pleasure was dirty and we were told never to touch ourselves down there. "What a waste." I thought.

I knew right then, I wanted to do everything they told me not to.

John walked over to me, and unbuckled his belt, I reached out and pulled off his pants and underwear at the same time. Out popped an eight inch penis. It was the first one I ever saw. I just had to have a feel. I reached out and put my hand around it. It was really hard. I was so excited. John pulled his tee shirt off, and leaned into me, mashing his chest, against my bare breasts.

When the other boys saw this, they stripped too. They came over and joined in the hug. They stood in a circle, letting me feel all of their penises. Most were about the size of John's, but one was much larger. I loved the feel of them all, especially the reaction I got from the boys as I touched them.

As I was feeling the largest penis, the boy put his hand on mine, and directed me to pump. I pumped slow at first, and then faster, watching the look of extreme pleasure in his eyes. I was happy I could make someone feel that way.

Soon I heard him grunt, and several ropes of thick, white fluid shot out the tip of his penis, landing on my thighs. It was hot and the same consistency as the fluid I noticed after watching horses mate. I assumed that was his semen.

I was starting to get my first real understanding of sex.

Another boy came by, and started to put my hand on his penis, but John came over and led me to a stack of hay bales, covered with a blanket. The others followed and kneeled around it. He laid me on my back, and tapped my legs open.

My pussy lips were splayed open before all of them. I felt John take his hands, and spread open my inner lips. I heard them comment how pink and moist they were. I felt several sets of fingers, feeling me there.

Then I felt a tongue inside of these inner labia. When I looked up, I saw it was John. He licked up, down and all around. My thick pubic hair was getting wet and matted.

I never heard of anyone doing this before, but it felt really good. John licked for a while more, and then another boy took his place. He moved his tongue down to my vaginal opening. It was dripping wet and he lapped up the flowing juices there.

When he stopped, another boy put his tongue, at the top of my slit. He was licking on my clitoris. It seemed to swell out, and push outward from the hood that was protecting it. As it swelled bigger, he put his mouth around it, and sucked while licking.

I never felt a sensation like that before, and soon exploded in another orgasm. I was liking the feel of these orgasms and wondered how many it was possible for a girl to have.

I found out that the answer was "a lot" as the final two boys got me to explode again, as one licked my clitoris, with the broad part of his tongue, while the other sucked my nipples, from one breast to the other.

I didn't think it was possible to feel any more pleasure, and then John came over, and got between my legs.

He centered himself above me and put the tip of his penis, at my vaginal entrance. I felt my pussy lips start to part. He pushed forward and I felt his penis hit the entrance of my thirteen year old pussy.

He immediately hit a barrier, which I knew was my hymen and stopped for a moment. Then without withdrawing, he pushed forward with a steady pressure. I felt my hymen stretching and stretching and then give way. John slide in, balls deep. I felt a little pain but then it went away.

I felt a different kind of pleasure. I felt the physical pleasure, of being filled up. I also felt the emotional pleasure, of being "one" with another person. I never dreamed I could ever feel this way.

John started pumping in and out, in long, steady strokes. He did this for about fifteen minutes and I was starting to get that pent up feeling, back in my pussy. As the head of his penis, rubbed against the inside of my pussy walls, all of a sudden, my pelvis started shaking, like it had a mind of its own. It was another orgasm. Then I felt him shoot his semen, deep inside me. It was so hot and wet. John pulled out, with a load of sticky cum, seeping out after him.

I was trying to process what had just happened, when I felt another boy over me, and another penis in my pussy. He pumped in and out, but didn't last as long as John. Another load of semen soon filled my pussy, and I came again.

As the third boy put his penis into my now sloppy wet pussy, I sensed another boy up by my face. I looked up and saw a hard penis, right at my mouth, pushing forward. I opened my mouth and he slid it in. Until tonight, I might have thought this was really gross, but somehow, now it seemed perfectly natural.

I don't know how I knew, but I just started to suck. It tasted a little salty and I liked it. I started sucking faster and faster when I felt his penis throb and then shot a load of semen into my mouth. Even if I had wanted to pull away, I couldn't. His pelvis was pressed against me. That's was OK, however, it tasted real good, like hot, salty milk. I swallowed it willingly. (It was the second forbidden thing I had drunk tonight!)

Meanwhile the boy pumping in out of my pussy, exploded deep inside. Although I was close to cuming myself, the preoccupation of the penis in my mouth, cut it short. I was longing for another release, another orgasm.

I was glad there was another boy left. He was the one with the ten inch penis. I saw he was hard again. I was really glad he had not been first. By this time my pussy was really wet and loose.

This boy did something a little different. He turned me over, bent me down, and took me from behind, in a position I later learned was called doggy style. He slid right in, filling me up fuller than anyone else. His penis touched places, far inside my vagina. As he pumped in and out, the other loads of semen, sloshed around and coated his shaft. He pumped much faster and deeper than the others, and soon, I felt myself having another orgasm. I was anxious to feel him cum inside me.

I was puzzled when he didn't. I found out later, he was lasting longer, due to his earlier ejaculation.

That was OK with me, I was really enjoying the feel of his bigger penis. He resumed pumping in and out. Due to his position, his penis was rubbing against a fleshy spot in the front inside of my vagina. I was in a heightened state of arousal.

After a while, when I felt the first spurts of his ejaculation, my vagina started started to quiver all over. It was the beginning of the most powerful orgasm of the night. My pussy expanded and contracted for a whole minute, milking loads of semen from his potent balls.

His penis slid out, followed by an endless stream of semen. When it seemed to stop, I got up and squatted down. Even more semen dripped out and this gave the boys, one last look at my thirteen year old, hair covered, Amish pussy.

I got up, used my undershirt to wipe my pussy, and tossed it aside. I also tossed aside, my ugly Amish panties. (I made a note, to shop for some new ones tomorrow.) Putting on my dress, the boys helped me lace up the back. I gave each of them a hug, pressing my breasts into them, one last time and then walked out with John, who drove me home. (It was my first time also in a car.)

He walked me up to the door, and gave me a passionate, open mouthed kiss. It was the first kiss I ever had, in a night of firsts. He asked me out for next weekend and I said yes.

When I went into the apartment, one of the girls was still up.

"So how is your Rumspringa?" she asked.

"Wet and sticky!" I laughed....

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