Franky’s Mennonite Girl

Two young people of different religions fall in love.

Based on a post by f bailey . Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

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.

Michelle admitted that she envied the girls that came into the store. She liked the sexual look, the short skirts, and the tight fitting tops. She mentioned that most of the girls didn’t wear bras either. Mom just laughed.

That evening the four of us enjoyed playing a card game; something else her congregation had banned. Bedtime was more relaxed than the previous night, and I focused on Michelle’s pleasures. It was easier to delay my ejaculating because my sexy partner had about drained my seminal reserves.

Saturday morning, Michelle made a great breakfast and Mom graciously took a break from meal duties. Then the gals went to the mall.

Dad and I stayed home while the girls were shopping. When they returned they had bags of stuff from several stores. Then Mom had Michelle model them for us. For a shy religious girl she sure lost her shyness quickly.

Mom helped Michelle change in the kitchen. There was no door to close. The kitchen was bright and it had a big table to lay stuff out on. I could scarcely believe it when sweet innocent Michelle entered the living room in just a bra and panty outfit. It was very sexy, it was gold and turquoise, and it was a matching set. It looked good on her too.  Mom must have had some ulterior motive for this lingerie show. But Michelle just trusted her and courageously modeled the skimpy underthings for us men.

Dad was speechless at seeing her this way. Blushing, he made a swift exit to ‘check the oil’ in the truck.

Mom grinned and stepped back in the kitchen to prepare the next garment ensemble.

I had to gently advise Michelle that it wasn’t considered proper for a young woman to show so much of herself to her father-in-law.

“Oops” she said.
Mom assured her “He’ll be fine, I’ll attend to him later, and these are learning experiences. You must be forgiving toward yourself when you’re making a big cultural adjustment.”

After all, in the past she had been covered from head to foot in gingham dresses. Mom stood in the doorway and let me look all that I wanted too. She had Michelle give me a slow turn. The bra was front clasp and the panties were thong. She said that they felt funny but that Mom told her that she would get used to them.

I was treated to three more sets;

·         brown and blue,

·         black and purple,

·         and green and orange.

After that I saw her in some skirt and blouse outfits, mostly miniskirts and tight tops. I saw her in tight blue jeans, shorts, and even in two swimsuits. A One-piece maillot, and another skimpy micro that was smaller than her bra and panties. I got a glimpse of her fluffy pubic hair that just couldn’t be hidden.

Mom saw me staring at her crotch and said that she would teach me how to shave the edges of Michelle’s pussy. We followed her up to the hall bathroom, but Dad was still outside with his head under the hood of his pickup.

 Michelle stripped and got in the bathtub as Mom filled it part way with water and a bit of bath oils. Then I watched as Mom applied shaving cream to the right side of Michelle’s pussy and ran the razor down the outside edge. Then, it was my turn.

Michelle spread her knees wide and smiled as I lathered up her pussy. She closed her eyes as I ran the razor down the left side. Mom told me to trim the top edge too, but just a little. Then she had Michelle pull her knees up to her breasts giving me access to the bottom of her pussy and her asshole. Mom saw the stray hairs growing around her asshole and told me to shave them off, then she suggested that I shave Michelle’s lower pussy if I intended to have oral sex with her. So I shaved her from the top of her slit all the way down to her shaved asshole. Mom told me to poke my fingers inside her and twist them around to clean her out for oral sex.

Finally, I told Mom that I didn’t know how to do oral sex. Mom smiled and opened up Michelle’s pussy. She pointed out her vaginal opening, her clit, and even her pee hole. Then she pointed to her asshole and said, “Try to poke your tongue in both of these holes and pay special attention to this little pea,” referring to her  clit. “That’s this bump right here. She’ll love it. I’m sure that if you do a good job that she will reciprocate with a blowjob.”

She looked at a confused Michelle and said, “You suck his cock until he cums in your mouth and then you swallow it. Don’t worry it tastes pretty good, really. Like salty cream.”

Then Mom left us and said; “I have to get myself ready for Harold.”

After the bath, Michelle and I went to our own bedroom to practice what Mom had taught us. It wasn’t long before we realized that we liked it. I enjoyed her taste and Michelle enjoyed the extreme pleasure that I gave her. I gave her three oral orgasms and she certainly appreciated it. She screamed after the third one, and a bit of fluid gushed from her cunt.

“I can’t take it anymore, Franky!” she cried.

That was when she sucked my cock. My cock liked her mouth but I liked being in her pussy even more. Soon I was cumming in her mouth and she was swallowing it. She said it tasted funny but not bad and that she could get used to it.

Just then we heard my mother’s faint voice scream; “Harold, oh Harold! Yes! Deeper! Oh; God!”

Michelle was shocked, and I just laughed. “Is your mother okay?” Michelle naively asked.

“Oh yeah, Very fine.” I assured her. “I think your lingerie show sort of kick-started their passions, my dear.”

On Sunday morning we were up just before 9am and joined Mom for breakfast. She told us that Michelle’s father had called and that we were to meet with the full congregation at noon.

Michelle said, “Good. That way everyone will hear what I have to say.”

She spent much of the next hour outside, staring in the direction of her church. Mom said to give her some space. When she rejoined the living, she was happy and thanked us all for sticking by her and giving her support. She said that she felt more love from us than from her own parents.

She took a hot bath to cleanse herself before going into her church for the last time. I thought that she would wear her old gingham dress or at least a conservative dress of some sort. Instead she shocked us all when she came down in her shortest mini skirt, a blouse that allowed me to see part of her black and purple bra. She stepped into a low pair of heels.

Her hair was up in a bun on her head and she was wearing enough makeup to show that she was wearing makeup. She also had on big flashy silver earrings and a shiny silver necklace with a cross on it. She was unquestionably the sexiest church girl that I had ever seen.

We went to church and waited until exactly noon. Then Michelle barged in the front doors as if she owned the place. Everyone was dead silent. Michelle walked to the front of the church and up to the podium. The preacher stepped aside in sort of a trance at what he was witnessing.

Public Declarations.

Then she said, “You all know me. I’m Michelle. I am eighteen and my father was going to pick my future husband. I could not allow that to happen. We young women must put a stop to all of this inbreeding, bartering, and incest. We must not marry someone that we do not, and cannot love, because it is our duty. I love my Franky and he loves me, we are married before God, and we have consummated our relationship. Several times in fact. I sleep in his bed and will until the day I die. I now pronounce myself shunned by this congregation, you do not have to look at me or talk to me. But I, I will not do the same. I will say ‘hello’ to each and every one of you whenever we meet. I hope God smiles upon you as he has to me. I will honor the principles of Jesus as best I can, knowing I am lacking. And so are all of you!”

Michelle got down from the stage and proudly walked to me, at the back of the room. She kissed me just as passionately as she could and then walked me out of the church. She closed the doors with a loud percussive noise and leaned back against them saying, “For the first time in my life I feel free and I feel loved. Thank you for all of your support.”

Then she looked to the sky and added; “Thank you, God; for giving me the wisdom and courage to declare my liberation from those who would impose upon me the personal convictions and discretions that are your alone, to guide me in.”

Our life was filled with affection from her. She honored Dad, helped Mom around the house, and submissively loved me as her husband.

Just before the college semester started in the fall, we were married by a Justice of the Peace in City Hall. This made it certified by law, But God had sealed our marriage that first night, at our bedroom door.

Mom and Dad stood up for us and Rachael was there. She knew that she could get in great trouble but she did it anyway.

Mom and Dad went away that night and left the house to just Michelle and me. Dad’s been a lot happier since the night Michelle joined our home. Mom’s more open about her satisfaction. She says she doesn’t have to buy as many batteries because, well. She gets more evening spooning consummations.

Too much information, mom!

Michelle adjusted to life and marriage easily. Then on Christmas Day she took an early pregnancy test and it was positive. She said that it was a gift from God.

Michelle is truly a godly woman and wise beyond her years. Her ignorance of the ‘English society’ (as Mennonites refer to all who are outside their fellowship), should not be mistaken for stupidity. Within days of our consummation, Mom was seeking to learn the ways of the Mennonites in homemaking.

True to her word, we went shopping at her father’s store and she made sure to say hello to everyone. Rachael would smile and meet us out at the back corner for a hug and a kiss and to feel her sister’s belly grow. Rachael did not marry her second cousin, after all. Instead, she chose a guy from another Mennonite community.

Eleanor Joy.

The next August, three weeks after little baby, Eleanor Joy, was born, My mother suggested we take the baby with us on a grocery run. Michelle and I agreed and took little Ellie to the store with us. There was a hush among the staff at the country store. They outwardly pretended we weren’t there, as usual; So we just walked a loop around the outside isles. As mom checked out, Michelle and I went back out to the car,

My Mom followed a couple minutes later. She carried a present for the baby. It was a doll that Michelle’s mother had made, and handed to my Mom at the checkout, so that she could give it to her granddaughter.

I kissed Michelle and took our daughter back inside and approached my mother-in-law. I said, “Michelle may be shunned but I don’t think that her daughter, Eleanor Joy, is.”

Then I placed my daughter in her arms before she could protest. “Meet your blessed granddaughter. Her name is also Eleanor; Eleanor Joy.”

Michelle’s father came around the corner and asked, “Eleanor what are you doing?”

She replied, “Holding my granddaughter. She was named after me!”

Tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her face as she said to the little child; “Tell my daughter that I still love her.” Then she kissed little Eleanor on the forehead and said a prayer of blessing, before handing her back to me.

Michelle and I believe that this little girl will have a big impact on Mennonites with a tender heart of godly love and wisdom; Just like her mother.

Business Ventures.

The next spring, Michelle and my parents planned a garden, and by July we were canning the produce. Mom and Michelle even set up a sidewalk produce market on Saturday mornings. Michelle took a basket of juicy red tomatoes with her and knocked each door on our block. She gave each neighbor a plump homegrown tomato and told them where and when to get more, until the harvest was complete. The gifts helped build goodwill and Michelle soon had several admiring lady friends. No one complained about zoning ordinances because Michelle is such a likable person.

Mom’s bridge club also spread the word. It’s amazing how much those society ladies will pay for a quart of home-canned dill pickles!

Michelle handed me the money, but I refused, suggesting that she use it for future ventures. She clearly has great insights in retail marketing and the neighbors all love the flavor of our juicy tomatos.  I was surprised at how well Michelle kept the books. Dad gave her the combo to his gun safe and we only went to the bank about once a month.

I handled all things web, and most of our regular customers paid using apps.

Michelle had a great network of Mennonite gardeners, and we occasionally had to supplement our stocks with the produce of Mennonites when our customer demand surpassed our own garden supply.

Dad planted a couple apple trees in the front yard of our corner lot, but deferred to Michelle about which type of apples.  By October we were planning a special order ‘Holiday Bake Shop’ business. We had to buy the apples for the first few years, until our own orchard started producing fruit.

By Thanksgiving we were getting daily website orders. I built the website and bought Michelle a smartphone so she could monitor the demand. Each morning she was up at 5:30, baking pies. Customers were picking up their orders between 10am to noon, 6 days a week, thru New Years Eve.

In March, Michelle and Dad started a joint venture in smoked meats. Dad’s Little smokehouse, behind the garage, was generating enough product to pay for the smokehouse, hardwood, and equipment; within the first 3 months. It was called ‘Harold’s Smokehouse” But Michelle did all the packaging and bookkeeping. Folks came to our kitchen side door to pick up orders, But Dad manned the smoker and discussed technique with curious customers. Our neighborhood itself became an advertisement, the faint smell of Hickory drifted whichever way the wind blew, and visitors to the neighbors were all asking where the aroma came from.

Again, the Mennonite connections Michelle knew of, helped Dad find the best wood for smoking meats. The Mennonite farmers would do honorable business with Dad or myself, but the stubborn ones never even acknowledged Michelle’s existence.

Dad bought a side of beef and Michelle showed him how to make sausages. Dad bought a bass boat with his half of the smokehouse venture. When we had successful days fishing, Mom and Michelle were busy prepping the fish for smoking and pickling.

Inspirational Passages.

One night we were settling in bed and I asked her which passage from the bible she was reading.

“It’s about homemaking. It’s referred to as ‘The Virtuous Woman’ chapter of Proverbs.” Then she offered to read it to me.

I nodded and rolled to my side facing her. As I stared at her luscious post-pregnancy lactating tits,(now closer to a D cup), she began reading from Proverbs 31.

Who may make discovery of a woman of virtue? For her price is much higher than jewels.

The heart of her husband has faith in her, and he will have profit in full measure.

She does him good and not evil all the days of her life.

She gets wool and linen, working at the business of her hands.

She is like the trading-ships, getting food from far away.

She gets up while it is still night, and gives meat to her family, and their food to her servant-girls.

After looking at a field with care, she gets it for a price, planting a vine-garden with the profit of her work.

She puts a band of strength round her, and makes her arms strong.

She sees that her marketing is of profit to her: her light does not go out by night.

She puts her hands to the cloth-working rod, and her fingers take the wheel.

Her hands are stretched out to the poor; yes, she is open-handed to those who are in need.

She has no fear of the snow for her family, for all those in her house are clothed in red.

She makes for herself cushions of needlework; her clothing is fair linen and purple.

Her husband is a man of note in the public place, when he takes his seat among the responsible men of the land.

She makes linen robes and gets a price for them, and traders take her cloth bands for a price.

Strength and self-respect are her clothing; she is facing the future with a smile.

Her mouth is open to give out wisdom, and the law of mercy is on her tongue.

She gives attention to the ways of her family, she does not take her food without working for it.

Her children get up and give her honour, and her husband gives her praise, saying,

Unnumbered women have done well, but you are better than all of them.

Fair looks are a deceit, and a beautiful form is of no value; but a woman who has the fear of the Lord is to be praised.

Give her credit for what her hands have made: let her be praised by her works in the public place.

When she finished, she closed the book and caressed my head, as I was by now busy kissing and suckling on her glorious tits. I paused and asked; “Are there any passages in there about the fine arts of making love?”

“Actually, yes! Song of Solomon.” she beamed. “But those passages are written as a narrative, and in chapter 7, Soloman writes about how he makes love.”
“Oh! Really?” I was now very interested in her bible.

“Yes! It’s just a couple pages after the Virtuous Woman chapter. Why don’t you read it to me?” Michelle asked.

She turned to Song of Solomon Chapter 7, and handed the book to me.  She pointed to verse one and I began reading aloud.

As I started reading, I felt her hands slide down my torso.

How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O king's daughter! The curves of your legs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a good workman:

Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine.

Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.

Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the waters in Heshbon, by the doorway of Bath-rabbim; your nose is as the tower on Lebanon looking over Damascus:

Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple, in whose net the king is prisoner.

How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.

You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.

I said, Let me go up the palm-tree, and let me take its branches in my hands: your breasts will be as the fruit of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples;

And the roof of your mouth like good wine flowing down smoothly for my loved one, moving gently over my lips and my teeth.

I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me.

Come, my loved one, let us go out into the field; let us take rest among the cypress-trees.

Let us go out early to the vine-gardens; let us see if the vine is in bud, if it has put out its young fruit, and the pomegranate is in flower. There I will give you my love.

The mandrakes give out a sweet smell, and at our doors are all sorts of good fruits, new and old, which I have kept for my loved one.

“Oh god!” I said. “Who knew this was in the holy bible?”

Then I felt Michelle’s warm tight lips around the base of my cock. Her tongue began stroking the underside of my 6 inch shaft.

“Oh! Baby!” I blurted out when I felt my tip tilt slightly down and enter her tight throat.

“Please keep reading to me, Franky. I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny! Something about a devoted husband reading sexy scriptures.. Just makes me wanna get him as deep in me as I can!”

After a few more slow strokes, Michelle popped her head up and said; “ I must confess, It became my favorite chapter, right about the time I started having strong desires for you, Franky.  I would imagine you doing what Solomon described.”

“Is there a passage about sucking cock?” I asked.

“Sadly, no.” Michelle admitted. Then she added; “Should I write one?”

“That sounds great!” I said.

She sucked some more, then slipped off and offered; “When you and your dad go off to the hunting cabin, next month, look in your bags. I’ll make sure to pack it. It’ll help tide you over until you return to our marriage bed. I hope it will make you think of this moment..” Then she rapidly bobbed her mouth and my volcano erupted forthwith.

Who knew that Mennonite women can be the best lovers!

Post script.

Eventually, Michelle’s collection of cottage business ventures became a stand-alone retail business, with several employees. Five years later, Racheal and her husband partnered with us, to  open a 2^nd location in Branson, Missouri. Then a 3^rd location in Jackson Hole came when mom and Dad retired and wanted to live in the mountains. At present, we have 4 locations, our latest being in the Wisconsin Dells.

Michelle and I oversee the whole operation, but each location has great management. We homeschool our 4 kids and travel a lot. Maybe we’ll see you somewhere?

 

by f bailey for Sex Stories.