My First Time

Franky’s Mennonite Girl

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The Mennonite girls that I see every week work in a very unique Country Store
that my mother shops at. They stock most things in bulk and have a great Deli.
Mom can get her meats and cheese for half the price that other grocery stores
charge. They have locally grown organic vegetables too. All of the employees
are Mennonites and most of them are girls. We live in Fort Hayes, Kansas. It’s
a college town in the rural western part of the state.

The prettiest girl is about my age and she is always hanging around another
girl that could be her older sister. Dad says that they have to travel in
packs. Mom makes me go with her, to load the groceries. I don’t have to go
inside while she shops, so I typically stand in the shade at the end of the
building and wait for her to come back out.

But one day I did go inside just long enough to get a better look at Michelle,
the new check out gal. She is so adorable in her gingham dresses. She shows
very little skin, just her head, hands, and feet stick out making me wonder
what is underneath. She is nothing like the girls at my school that seem to
flaunt everything that they have to offer. I can look up skirts or down blouses
every day and they pretend that they aren’t showing themselves to me on
purpose. I like Michelle’s innocence much more. Her chest is suggestive of a B
or C cup pair of tits. Her face is gorgeous. Pretty eyes, silky skin,
enchanting smile, and golden hair.

For the next couple weeks I started going in the store

with mom, but just long enough to grab a cider and find Michelle, the hot
Mennonite cashier.


The Tryst.

Then one day, I got a cold cider and stood in her line even

though it was longer; and the ‘ten items or less’ lane was open.
We casually smiled at one another and made small talk. Well, actually she asked
me if I had found everything that I wanted and later wished me a nice day. I
wanted to tell her that she was what I really wanted but of course I didn’t.

I took my cold cider out to my usual corner and stood in the shade watching the
cars come and go from the parking lot.

Soon I heard a ‘pist’, sound from behind me and turned around. Michelle was
standing just slightly behind her older sister. Her sister motioned me to come
to them. As I approached I saw her nametag and it read ‘Rachael.’

Rachael pulled me around the corner out of sight from the front of the store
and behind a huge trash container. I found myself in a pretty well secluded
corner.

Rachael pushed me back into that corner and blocked my escape with her body. I
looked over her shoulder and saw that Michelle had her back toward us and that
she was standing lookout guard.

Rachael leaned in for a kiss and smashed my hand into her right breast.
Apparently I was too gentle on both counts because she said, “Kiss me harder
and squeeze my teet so that I will remember you when I get myself off tonight.”
She said it loud enough for her sister to hear. I didn’t have to kiss her
harder because she grabbed the back of my head and smashed her lips into mine
as she kissed me. As to my hand on her tit, I squeezed harder, like she wanted
me too, and she moaned in my mouth. She had a sturdy bra on, but I found her
nipple and pinched it hard, to her delight. They had a time-frame worked out
because Michelle coughed and Rachael stopped suddenly and pulled away. As we
parted she said, “Next time I’ll let you feel my other teet.”

The two girls changed positions and then I got to kiss my dream girl. Before I
could though, she hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear, “Be gentle and you
will get more than you expect. I’m not my sister, I don’t need you to bruise me
to remember you when I arouse myself tonight/ Lately you’re in my fantasies,
 at that time.”

I replied, “ I jack off to thoughts of you, too.”

When we kissed it was soft, gentle, and with lots of passion. After that first
kiss she placed both of my hands on both of her full breasts. They were a
little smaller than her sister’s breasts but she herself was smaller too. I
massaged them for a while and then realized Michelle was not wearing a bra. I
ran my hand completely around each globe and gently squeezed. It was soft and
firm at the same time. She then lowered one of my hands under her skirting, to
her pussy and pulled her big granny panties outward, giving me free access to
her womanhood.

She held my hand to her pussy. Her other hand went to my

crotch and rubbed my cock through my shorts. She cooed when I slipped a finger
between her very wet pussy lips and flicked her clit gently. She whispered in
my ear, “That’s it. That’s the spot. Please don’t stop.” Her arms held my
shoulders while I rubbed her clit fast and furiously, to get her off before our
time was up. Her orgasm hit her hard, her legs buckled, and I held her up until
it passed.

Michelle said, “Oh thank you God for sending this man to

me.” After a few heavy breaths she whispered, “I love you, I want to marry you,
and I want to have your babies. Will you make love to me the next time we
meet?”

I couldn’t find the words to express my thrill, so I just nodded my assent. She
reluctantly removed my hand from her panties and let her dress fall down around
her ankles. I brushed both of her breasts and held onto her ass as I pulled her
in for a passionate kiss. I also thrust my rock hard cock against her pelvis as
Rachael coughed signaling the end of her turn.

The girls had been on a ten-minute break and had to get back inside. Rachael
smashed my hand onto her right teet again as she smashed her lips to mine. Then
Michelle kissed me gently and asked me to think about her later as I stroke
 one out. She lifted my hand up to her nose, smelled herself on my finger,
and smiled sweetly as she went back inside with her sister.

Mom was coming out the front entry when I rounded the corner of the building. I
couldn’t wait until Mom went shopping again. I was sure that she noticed my
hard-on. How could she miss it? However, she didn’t say anything on the ride
home.

After carrying in the food, I rushed to my bedroom and

jerked off to thoughts of Michelle.

The Confession.

When I came back downstairs Mom asked, “Feel better?” Then

winked with a grin.

She knew.

Then she asked, “Which one is it Michelle, or her older sister, Rachael?”

She really knew.

I replied, “Michelle.”

Mom smiled and said, “I thought so. She couldn’t take her eyes off you, lately.
Right after you left she asked for a break. When I got out to the parking lot,
you were not in your normal spot so I went back inside to look for you. Right
then I saw the girls come back in. Of course your hard-on was obvious too, in
those basketball shorts.”

She let that sink in and then she asked, “So, how far did the Mennonite girls
let you go?’

I replied, “Mom I’d rather not discuss that with you.”

Mom smiled and said, “Oh, That far, huh.”

Then Mom said, “You could invite them to our next community dance. Their
parents might allow that, as long as your father and I would be there to
chaperone.”

I replied, “I don’t know about that, but you could go shopping two or three
times a week, couldn’t you?”

Mom smiled and said, “I suppose I could use some fresh baked bread tomorrow.
What time do think we should go?”

I said, “About the same time as today.” Then as an after thought I said,
“Thanks Mom.”

I could hardly sleep that night, thinking about how different Michelle and
Rachael were. Rachael was aggressive and liked it rough, while Michelle liked
it sweet and gentle. Then, the way Rachael let me have just one tit, and
Michelle let me feel her tits without a bra, and then pushed my hand into her
panties for my first feel of pussy. Her pussy was so warm and wet, covered with
nice thick pubic hair, and her twat was so slick. I loved how sensitive her
clit was, and how easy it was for me to get her off. I never dreamed that I
could make a girl melt in my arms like that.

I was anxious to go but Mom said that the store had to be open a couple of
hours for the girls to need a break. She was right of course. I hated the wait
but she really was right.

Finally we drove to the store and Mom noticed my aftershave and how I was
freshly showered. She said I looked nice, as she  went in with me. I
caught Michelle’s eye and she smiled. She had not expected me to return the
very next day, but I could tell that she was happy. I went outside and around
back to wait for them.

Consummation.

A couple of minutes later they came out and spotted me.

Rachael rushed to me and I held her off saying, “I really like your sister. Can
I just be with her?”

Rachael said, “Okay but feel me up first and make it hurt a little.”

I looked over at Michelle, she smiled at me, and then she turned her back to
us. I turned Rachael around, reached under her arms, and grabbed a hold of both
breasts. I squeezed and kneaded them as hard as I could, then I pinched both of
her nipples. As a parting thing I reached down to touch her pussy and she
stopped me. She tapped Michelle on her shoulder and then the girls traded
places.

Michelle reached behind herself and untied the lacing that cinched up her
waist. Then she just lifted her dress up to her neck revealing complete
nakedness. She smiled and stepped onto a shipping pallat, then invited me in
for a naked hug. She pressed her pussy against my crotch. We kissed and it was
everything that I remembered it to be. She started trying to get my cock out so
I helped her, untying the string in my shorts,  slipping the elastic
waistband down. Then she stepped closer and pressed her thighs together, around
my hard cock.

I remembered what she had asked me, yesterday; “Will you

make love to me the next time we meet?”

She took my left hand and raised her knee up, so I could hold her thigh
extended outward, opening her up.
She also put the head of my cock in her moist slit and then she slipped her
pussy around it. I could not believe how wonderful it felt to be inside her. I
had heard that it hurts a girl the first time but she didn’t flinch at all, she
just seemed to like it as much as I did.

My cock was instantly overwhelmed with sensations, and

within seconds I felt a tingling that indicated an emanate eruption force.

Michelle got close to my ear and whispered, “I Thank God for sending you to me.
I love you and I really want to marry you and have your babies.”

I was cumming in her and she knew it.

She whispered, “Thank you for your seed.” Even Racheal was unaware of the
genital interchange.

Rachael coughed and gave us a minute to get ourselves back together. Both girls
gave me a nice kiss, then I reached out with Michelle looking and pinched
Rachael’s nipples giving them a twist.

They went inside and I went to the car. A few minutes later Mom came out with a
smile on her face. She told me that she had waited for Michelle to go back to
her register and then had gotten in her line to check out. Michelle was
glowing.

Just as mom was walking away, she said to Michelle, “Shoot,

I forgot to buy mayonnaise. I’ll just come back again tomorrow.” She noticed
the way Michelle had smiled at her.

I looked over at Mom and said, “Thank you.”

Mom looked down at my lap and smiled as she said, “She must have taken care of
your problem.”

I know that I turned red, but she didn’t say any more.

At bedtime, Mom came by my room to say goodnight, but instead asked me about
Michelle. What she really said was that we needed to have a ‘serious talk.’

Well I confessed to having had sex with Michelle. Mom was

not too upset with that but wondered what would happen to Michelle. She might
get pregnant and with a guy outside her faith. Her parents might not appreciate
that at all. She suggested that she and I have a serious talk with Michelle and
her sister Rachael, the next day. I agreed.

That night I tossed and turned. I realized that I was safe and that my Mom
understood, but I was very concerned about Michelle. The more I thought about
it, the more concerned I got. I also knew beyond a shadow of doubt that I loved
Michelle. It wasn’t just the sex either. I had seen her for years and watched
her grow up. Her parents owned the store, and she had always been there
stocking shelves or offering people samples of their products.

The next day was a Thursday. Again I was anxious to be on my way but had to
wait for Michelle to earn her break. Mom and I walked in and Michelle lit up
like a Christmas tree. I went out to our special place and waited. Mom joined
me a few minutes later and just then the girls came out too. They looked at Mom
and got very quiet and polite.

Mom asked, “May I ask what you girls are doing with my son?”

Rachael said, “My sister just had her 18th birthday. That means that our father
will give her to Jimmy, our second cousin. She doesn’t even like him. I’m mated
to his older brother and I’m to be married in a few months. I don’t love him
either, but that is our custom, to marry within our religion.”

Michelle said, “I have been in love with your son, and decided to marry him
against my father’s wishes.”

Rachael said, “If she does marry him, she will be excommunicated and shunned by
our Mennonite population.”

Michelle said, “I don’t care. I love him! I really do. Besides I am no longer a
virgin and cannot marry within my Mennonite community.”

Rachael was stunned at hearing the news and said, “You didn’t; you couldn’t!”

Michelle said, “I could and we did, yesterday.”

Mom said, “Yes, I was told. Now what do we do about it?”

Rachael said, “First our father needs to be told, then he will tell the Church
Elders, and then they will call for a Shun and then none of us will be able to
look or talk to her for at least two years; or possibly, ever.”

I said, “Oh shit.”

Michelle gave me a hug and a sweet kiss and then said, “It’s not your fault, it
was my decision, and I knew that you would not resist me. I take all of the
blame.”

I replied, “I love you, Michelle.”

Michelle smiled and said, “I love you too.”

Mom asked, “When should we talk to your father?”

Michelle replied, “Right now. He is in his office.”

So we all followed Michelle to her father’s office, she knocked politely, and
told him that she needed to tell him something important.

He looked up at us and motioned us in. Mom closed the door and stood between
Michelle and me with Rachael next to her sister.  Michelle introduced us.

Michelle told her father, “I do not want to become engaged to Jimmy or marry
him. I do not love him and I do not believe in arranged marriages. I love
Franky and want to marry him. Besides we have already had sex.”

Her father turned beat red as his breathing was heavy. Michelle feared  he
would burst an artery. Finally he looked at my mother and stammered, “Take her
out of my sight. I’ll contact you as to when the Tribunal will meet on Sunday.”

We walked out of the office and watched as Michelle and Rachael hugged, kissed,
and cried. Then Michelle took us through the front door of the store and walked
hand-in-hand with me, to our car. She still chose to sit quietly in the front
seat so, as not to sit next to a boy who was ‘not related’ to her.

When Dad got home, Mom gave him the news. He could see the excitement in our
faces and said that he would do what he could to help us. Mom suggested that
she spend the night in my bed but Michelle refused saying that it would not be
right.

“ I believe I must live right, despite the actions I took

when my family provoked me.”

Mom laughed and said, “You let him make love to you out behind your father’s
store but you can’t sleep with him. Isn’t that contradictory? My dear daughter;
Has God joined you two together?”

Michelle said, “You are right but I have nothing to sleep in.”

Mom smiled and said, “I don’t wear anything to bed. That way my man can touch
me whenever he wants too. After all, I gave myself to him freely, as you did my
son, is that right?”

No one seemed to notice Dad’s blushing, when mom revealed

her bedtime attire.

Michelle nodded. Then mom said; “I do have nightgowns that

your mother wouldn’t be caught dead in, if you would like to see them.”

Michelle smiled and took Mom up on her offer. A while later they came
downstairs to Dad and me. Michelle was barefoot and wearing a silver satin
dressing robe. They had changed the bed linens on my bed and cleaned it up for
our unofficial honeymoon suite.

The un-ceremonial ceremony.

Taking my hand, she led me slowly up to our bedroom. There

were two scented candles burning and soft romantic music playing in the
background when we entered.

Before entering, Michelle said; “Franky; before God I

declare myself consecrated to you as your wife. I pledge my faithfulness and
devotion.”

I was stunned and speechless. All I could do is drop to one

knee and look her in the eyes; “Dear Michelle. I want to be the best husband
that I can be. I pledge the same devotion and faithfulness to you, as well.”

She smiled and pulled on my arm. With tears of joy she said;

“Oh, Franky!” Pulling me into her embrace, she added; “Dear God; Accept our
pledges and bless our union. Help us to honor you in our marriage. Bless us
with children. Provide for and protect our home. Let us celebrate this night
with your blessing and favor.”

Then, stepping into the room she turned to me as I shut the door. Michelle
smiled at me as she opened her robe and showed me what she was wearing. It was
one of Mom’s sexiest negligees. It was so sheer that it was transparent with
just a hint of pinkness. Michelle was practically nude in front of me.

She stood there letting me peruse her beautiful teenage

body. Her tits were about a C cup, quite firm, and capped with nice light pink
areolas and nipples. Her pussy had a light coating of brown hair that matched
the hair on her head. I could see the goose bumps raising on her arms from her
excitement. I took her robe and led her to my bed, putting her in it, and
covering her. Then I undressed for her. She had not even seen my cock when she
slipped it into herself. I liked the way that she smiled at me as I climbed in
bed with her. She took great interest in how my stiff cock swayed as I crawled
in next to her.

We spent hours kissing, cuddling, and talking about our future together. I
proposed to her, she accepted, and we were officially engaged to be married. We
consummated our engagement with gentle and loving sexual intercourse as she
called it.

We fell asleep in one another’s arms and were not disturbed

until around noon, on Friday, when Mom tapped on the door and offered us
breakfast or lunch in bed if we wanted it. Michelle asked Mom to call us when
it was time for dinner.

We had the next five hours to snuggle in bed, talk some more, and make love two
more times. We were perfect for one another. We were soul mates. We were in
love.

When we came down for dinner, Dad was there and asked how our day went.
Michelle answered that with, “Quite well, thank you. We talked everything out,
he proposed, and we are engaged to be married. We even consummated it three
time times, once last night, and twice today.”

Dad smiled and said, “That’s, uh; too much information.”

Mom smiled and said, “Michelle, what my husband meant to say was that he didn’t
need the intimate details.”

Michelle asked, “You are allowed to speak for your husband?”

Dad laughed and said, “Try to stop her.”

Mom replied, “Yes Michelle, in the non-Mennonite world, women are people too,
we get to vote, and express our opinions, just as men do.”

Michelle said, “I think that I can get used to that.” Then she smiled at Dad
and asked, “How is your love life?”

Dad spit out his tea and almost choked to death. Mom laughed. Finally Dad said,
“None of your business, young lady.”

Mom and I were practically rolling on the floor in laughter.


Michelle apologized to Dad for her comment and then told Mom how much I had
liked her nightie. Mom suggested that she could take Michelle shopping for
non-Mennonite clothes.

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