The Mennonite Girls

Fbailey story number 433


The Mennonite Girls


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.

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 just so that I can’t enjoy myself at home. I don’t have to go inside so I can stand in the shade at the end of the building and wait for her to come back out.

I do go inside just long enough to check out Michelle. 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.

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

Soon I heard a ‘pest’ 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 corned 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 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 breast so that I will remember you when I masturbate 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 good bra on but I found her nipple and pinched it hard, to her delight. They had some time frame worked out because Michelle coughed and Rachael stopped and pulled away. As we parted she said, “Next time I’ll let you feel my other breast.”

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 masturbate tonight, I always remember you at that time.”

I replied, “I always masturbate 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 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 Michelle pulled her dress up above her bra and let me see them. I ran my hand over the flesh that was not encased in her bra. It was soft and firm at the same time. She then lowered one of my hands to her pussy and pulled her big granny panties out giving me free access to her womanhood. Her dress fell and she held my hand to her pussy. Her other hand went to my crotch and rubbed my cock through my jeans. She cooed when I slipped a finger between her very wet pussy lips and touched her clit. She whispered in ear, “That’s it. That’s the spot. Please don’t stop.” 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 boy 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 into her pussy 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 breast again as she smashed her lips to mine. Then Michael kissed me gently and asked me to think about her later as I masturbated. She lifted my hand up to nose, smelled herself on my finger, and smiled sweetly as she went back inside with her sister.

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. I rushed to my bedroom and jerked off to thoughts of Michelle.

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

She knew.

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

She really knew.

I replied, “Michelle.”

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

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

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

Mom smiled and said, “That far huh.”

Then Mom said, “You could invite them to our next dance.