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Authors name: Fred Clarke (Address not shown)
Story title: Encounter in Kellen County

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Encounter in Kellen County
by Fred Clarke

***

When my folks moved us to Kellen, I thought my life was 
over. Kellen County, or just "Kellen" to those who live 
there, was well known for being an Amish farming 
community. We were farmers, and belonged to a church, 
but Amish we were not. I expected that we'd be outcasts 
in a society that treats its own pretty coldly. And 
girls? Forget it. I had enjoyed my share of the local 
darlin's around Warrington, where we came from, but 
expected a very dry season indeed in Kellen.

But Kellen was a community in transition. By now I'm 
sure there are very few Amishers left at all there. When 
I knew Kellen, it was about 50/50. A lot of others had 
moved in before us, and though all the power in the 
community, the "elders" and so forth, were still the old 
Amish types, kin to those who had founded Kellen, 
everyone knew the walls had come down and it was just a 
matter of time.

The split was also generational. The grandparents were 
as strict as only Amishers can be. The parents were 
highly moral and tight, but allowed for things like 
music and colorful clothing. The kids were like me, for 
the most part. Especially Sarah Clintoch.

Sarah caught my eye the day we moved in. As is the 
tradition in farm communities, as newcomers we were 
welcomed with a party in our own front yard. Sarah came 
with her folks, two grim-looking American Gothic types, 
and her brother, Micah. Sarah was a vision; she had 
long, flouncy blonde hair, a scrubbed, clean, lovely 
face, and a body that no straight-laced pinafore could 
hide.

She was obviously wearing that frilly "party dress" at 
her mother's insistence, and it went a good distance 
toward hiding her physical assets, but this was the girl 
of my fantasies. She was long-limbed and healthy-
looking, like most kids raised in the clean air.

Boy, did I want her. But she kept her eyes averted, and 
looked every bit the daughter of straight-laced parents. 
During the entire party I never saw her meet anyone's 
eye. Oh well, I thought, at least she'd be good fodder 
for my fantasies, which like most boys of 18, were X 
rated in the extreme.

During the party the men gathered around the barn to 
loft the hay, which is quite a job and is much easier 
with a gang of guys to help you. It was a warm day, and 
after a time most of us were in our shirtsleeves. A few 
of the younger guys, myself included, doffed our shirts 
completely, much to the scowling disapproval of the 
elders. 

But I saw quite clearly that I had caught Sarah's eye 
too. And such a hungry eye it was. Later that day I 
would tell myself that I had imagined the raw lust I had 
seen in that gaze.

A week went by before I saw her again. We were pretty 
busy getting settled in, so I didn't get into town for 
that entire first week. When I did run an errand for my 
dad, to Kellen Mercantile (Since 1823, Ezra Corndahl, 
Proprietor), I found Sarah Clintoch there buying cotton 
batting and twine for her mother. Her dress was plain 
and austere, but it's simplicity made her body all the 
more apparent. I could not help staring at her.

She noticed almost immediately that my attention was 
focused on her, and luckily old Ezra was adding up some 
bills or he'd have noticed too.

To my surprise she met my gaze and held it, her fiery 
green eyes full of wit and delight. I supposed that this 
was how she was when her parents were not around, and my 
hopes rekindled.

I sidled up to her in the fabrics, pretending to look at 
the heavy threads.

"Gonna do some sewin'?" she asked, a sly smile on her 
face.

"Um, my dad's gotta fix some gunny sacks," I said, 
trying to sound casual.

"Cheaper t'get new ones," she replied, and her smile 
grew. There was such mischief in her eyes! I began to 
suspect I had not imagined anything when she'd stared me 
down at the loft. "You're Freddie Clarke, out t'the old 
Sorrenson farm."

"Yeah. Clarke farm now, though. You're Sarah."

"Sarah Clintoch. People will prob'ly call your place by 
its old name for a while. Like that here."

"We'll try and make an impression," I said, and I 
grinned.

She grinned back, and swept the stray hairs from her 
face in a move that screamed defiance. "So, Freddie 
Clarke, you found your way around yet?"

"I got here OK."

"Don't mean the town. Kids around here got all sorts of 
spots they visit, 'specially near the river. You a 
swimmer?"

"Sure. You?" I was trying to imagine her in a swimsuit, 
but it was too enticing for my brain to fathom. My dick 
was hard enough already, just talking to her.

"Momma won't let me. But my brother and his friends. 
They like to swim when it's hot. Like 'tis today. Hot." 
Her face told a million stories about what 'hot' might 
mean.

"The river runs out by our barley. I could give it a 
try." My words were tumbling out of numb lips. Was it 
me, or did this girl just ooze sexuality? The cant of 
her hips, the tilt of her face, the way she twined her 
hair in her fingers. It was all driving me nuts.

"All mud and leeches there," she said, turning back to 
her cotton. "You need t'go about a mile north, to the 
rockslides. Nice and deep there, lotsa good holes."

She knew a lot for a girl who didn't swim. 

"'Sides," she continued, "you wouldn't want to go the 
way you are now."

"Huh?" 

She turned and leaned toward me, lowering her voice even 
though Ezra certainly could not hear us, and could only 
see the tops of our heads over the cloth bolts. I just 
about leapt out of my skin when I felt her small hand 
come to rest on the bulge in my dungarees. "The boys see 
this one, and they think you're queer," she said, her 
hand gently massaging my cock, which now threatened to 
pop a rivet in my pants. "They do it skinny, you know, 
no clothes. You gotta tame this 'fore you go." She 
smiled in a way that changed her whole face. This girl 
knew volumes.

I tried to say something, but no sound came out. Her 
hand was slowly stroking my bulge, her eyes staring at 
it as it continued to pulse and grow.

"You're gonna have trouble hiding this," she said, her 
voice sounding distant. "This looks to be a big one." 
She began to press her body against mine when Ezra made 
a noise across the room. We both jumped a little and she 
stepped two feet away in the blink of an eye.

"Miss Clintoch, you tell your momma I owe her four 
dollars seventy two cents from that rotten bailclock she 
returned," he said, his voice bored and businesslike.

"Yessir," Sarah said, the barest hint of excitement in 
her voice.

She looked at me, her eyes dropping to my still-raging 
hard-on, and mouthed "out back" and pointed with her 
thumb to the door. Then she ran her tongue over her lips 
and grinned a truly nasty grin.

My mind a blizzard of anticipation and desire, I made my 
way to the front door, keeping my back to old man 
Corndahl so he would not see my predicament, and trotted 
to the back of the store. There were stacks and stacks 
of large barrels there, some smelling of vinegar, some 
of grain, all empty. Sarah appeared a few minutes later, 
parcels in hand, her breath rapid with excitement. She 
dropped her parcels into one of the barrels, then 
grabbed my hand and led me into the stacks, which were 
like a maze.

When we were thoroughly hidden, she pressed herself to 
me and began to rub my crotch again.

"Can I see, Freddie? Feels fair like a monster in 
there..." Her face was flushed and her heart was 
pounding: I could feel it through her breast as she had 
crushed to my side.

"Sure, " I managed to say, and she immediately dropped 
to her knees in front of me, unfastening the buttons on 
my dungarees with a quickness that belied frequent 
practice.

My raging dick sprang out dutifully, and she took the 
shaft in both hands and stared lovingly at it. "Such a 
beauty," she said, almost as if she was talking to my 
erection, not me. "I can help you with this, so you can 
go swimming," she said, raising her eyes to mine. "OK?"

"Wh-what will you do?" I asked. She did not look ready 
to fuck, and that was the limit of my experience.

"I'll suck it for you if y'like." Her mouth stayed 
slightly open, her lips glistening with saliva. It was 
as if she was truly hungry for my dick.

I'd heard about such things before, but had never tried 
it. The girls back in Warrington gave the occasional 
hand job, but mostly it was straight fucking, always 
with a rubber. I nodded furiously, and Sarah smiled.

She leaned forward and took just the head in her mouth, 
which was warm, soft, and wonderful. I almost came 
immediately, but concentrated on holding back. I wanted 
to see what she was planning. I felt her tongue begin to 
slather the underside of my cock while her lips nipped 
all around the head. She began to slide the head and 
glans in and out, never quite withdrawing the entire 
cock, as her tongue snaked and licked around the 
underside. On the outstroke her lips would purse 
slightly, and she would appear to be kissing my piss-
hole, then she would slide her mouth back down, taking a 
bit more of my cock each time, until about half was in 
her mouth.

My cock is about 8 inches long, and girls had remarked 
before that it was larger than they were used to. 
Sarah's lips showed only a little strain as she sucked 
me. Her face looked dreamy, as though she was in a 
personal little heaven. I sure was. The feeling of her 
warm mouth sucking my cock was better than any pussy I 
had felt. It was the loving, fervent way she sucked me 
too, as though my cock was all she wanted in the world.

And it was her face, the almost angelic glow of her as 
she nibbled and sucked my steely dick. As she sucked her 
head twisted from side to side in a kind of delirium, 
and I felt her hands working the front of her plain 
dress, twisting the buttons until her proud breasts 
swayed into view. Her big nipples were pink and hard, 
sharp points on her creamy tit flesh. She began 
massaging those beautiful globes, and I wished I could 
reach them to give her a hand.

Her sucking got faster and faster and she brought her 
hands up to stroke the shaft as she sucked me. That was 
too much, and I felt my come swell in the base of my 
dick and shoot out into her mouth. She made a little 
sound, like someone who's been punched, then I felt her 
mouth working as she swallowed pulse after pulse of my 
thick come.

I had to sit down, and I leaned back against a barrel. 
She went with me, never letting my dick leave her mouth. 
She licked and sucked my shrinking meat until I was 
totally spent, then carefully put it back into my pants 
and refastened the buttons.

"Lets..." I began, feeling my dick beginning to stir, 
but she interrupted me.

"That's all for now, Freddie. You've got a nice one, 
that's for sure. I'd love t'suck it again. But we're 
gonna get caught if we stay too much longer." She was 
looking around, still licking the dribbles of my come 
off her lips and the backs of her hands; she looked a 
lot like a cat washing its face.

"Where do you want to go?" I said, my voice still dry.

"Oh, I know a spot. Listen: James Potter was m'last 
boyfriend. He use to let me suck on him whenever I 
wanted. I like to do it a lot. He moved away three 
months ago. Now, you've got a much nicer penis than he 
did, and you have a nice face too. I'd like you t'be my 
new boyfriend. I'll suck you whenever you want, as much 
as you want. But you can't tell. OK?" This all came out 
in a rush as she buttoned up her dress and brushed her 
hair back into place with her fingers.

I couldn't believe this. Here was this girl, the 
prettiest, sexiest girl I had ever seen, and she was 
asking me permission to suck my dick every day. Little 
flecks of my cum were still on her lower lip. Her eyes 
were bright and lusty. 

I nodded. Still...

"Is that all you'll do? Just suck?"

She looked surprised at the question. "It's what I like. 
I've never done the other. James never asked. He liked 
to rub on my bosoms, and I let him do that. What d'you 
want?" She looked wary, but curious.

"We'll talk about that later," I said, suddenly taking 
charge. "Meet me after lunch... uh... I dunno, where?"

"You know the 4-H stables at the south end of Kellen?"

I nodded.

"There's a shed near the hill behind. Has bags of horse 
feed. They feed `em at noon then don't go back to the 
shed till evening. I'll meet you there. The window in 
back."

"Okay," I said, and she turned and walked sneakily away 
before I could say anything else.

It took forever for lunch to arrive, and my mother gave 
me more than one curious look as I wolfed my food with a 
vigor she'd seldom seen in me. 

All I could think of was lovely Sarah's tits and lovely 
Sarah's mouth, and my imagination took over from there, 
dreaming what it would be like to fuck lovely Sarah's 
pussy. Her blonde pussy...

"You gonna fix that corncrib this afternoon?" she asked.

Shit, I thought. I'd forgotten about that. "Uh, I was 
wondering if it'd be OK if I did that tomorrow."

Dad looked up from his newspaper, a stern coldness in 
his eyes. "Never put off to tomorrow, son. What else you 
got that needs doing, anyway?"

My mind raced. It had to be something he'd approve of, 
but that wouldn't mean he'd expect to see me around the 
farm. "Well, I was thinking about going down to the 4-H 
and see if it's worth joining."

That was the right button. They both smiled that 
satisfied-parent smile and turned back to what they were 
doing; dad reading his paper and mom a catalog of 
artists supplies. They had both been big on the 4-H when 
they were kids, and had always been disappointed in my 
lack of interest.

Well, I was going down there, but what was on my mind 
had nothing to do with raising pigs.

As soon as I'd finished eating, which was tough with my 
stomach churning like a combine, I raced down to the 
hill behind the 4-H stables and waited to see when Sarah 
would arrive. They were just finishing the noon feeding, 
and several lanky boys were stacking feedbags in the 
little shed Sarah had mentioned. If they only knew, I 
thought.

I waited about a half an hour, then finally saw her 
walking up from the main road. She had changed into a 
pair of overalls and a plaid shirt, probably having told 
her parents something similar to what I had told mine. 
She was keeping to the trees to the south, betting that 
nobody would notice her I suppose, then made her way 
around to the back of the feed shed, opened a window, 
and pulled herself through. She slid the window closed 
behind her, and I could see no more.

As quietly as I could, I made my way down the hillside 
to the shed. There were still lots of teen-aged kids in 
the corrals and pens, tending to various livestock, and 
I sure did not want any of them to see me going into the 
shed.

Sarah must have seen me coming, because just as I got 
within 10 yards of the shed the window opened again. I 
could only see her hand, but she curled her finger at 
me, and I slid over the sill.

I closed the window behind me and slid the hasp. When I 
turned around, she was standing, waiting, smiling 
broadly. She was a sight to behold. She'd taken off her 
shirt and bra, and was wearing only her overalls, 
unbuttoned to the navel. Her blonde hair, clean and 
light, curled around her breasts like a frame. Before I 
could say a world she was on me, her arms wrapped around 
my neck, her tongue sliding past my lips into my mouth. 
I almost fell backward, but regained my balance and 
lowered us to a bed made of feedbags that she had made 
on the floor.

"Take off your shirt," she whispered in my ear as she 
bit and licked the lobe. I obliged her as quickly as I 
could, and she pulled the straps of her overalls down 
around her waist and pressed her firm, young tits into 
my chest. I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my 
skin, and I reached up with my right hand to massage and 
squeeze them.

Her breathing was rapid, almost as fast as mine, as we 
writhed together on our little bed. I noticed that the 
room we were in was too small to be the whole shed, and 
that there was a door right next to our heads.

"Sarah," I said, panting.

"Uh huh?" She looked up at me, urgency in her eyes and a 
sexy smile creeping across her lips.

"What if someone comes?"

"You're gonna come, Freddie. Right in this mouth." She 
ran her tongue over her bright white teeth and began to 
rub my cock through my dungarees.

"Umph...Oh... yeah... I sure will, but I mean this 
door..."

"Nailed shut. That's why we used the window. Everyone 
else thinks the' window is locked, but I know better."

She slid her body down mine as she spoke, and I was 
about to ask her why the room was nailed shut when I 
felt her drawing my hard cock from my open fly. "Such a 
nice one" she said, almost to herself, and then took my 
cock deep into her throat in one smooth motion.

She sucked me like a piston, in and out with smooth, 
even strokes. All the while her tongue was moving, 
darting, sliding around the underside.

Her fine blonde hair was dancing and flying as she 
sucked me madly. I felt my come begin to rise, and 
lifted her head away from my dick, and sat up and kissed 
her.

"Wanna suck it, Freddie," she said, a little whine in 
her voice.

"I don't want to come yet. I want to see you naked."

She smiled and rose to her feet in a little bounce, her 
breasts heaving with the motion, and dropped her 
overalls with a single shrug. She was wearing no 
panties. Her pussy was topped by a lush triangle of 
downy-blonde hair, the ends of which twinkled in the 
light coming through the grimy window.

"Like my pussy, Freddie?" She tilted her head and opened 
her eyes wide, pretending it was a serious question.

I smiled and patted the "bed" next to me. She sidled up 
and sat down, almost chastely, as I slipped my pants and 
boxers off over my feet. Now that we were both totally 
naked, I took her shoulder in my hands and pressed her 
down on her back.

I began cupping and rubbing her breasts as I tongue 
kissed her deeply, all the while her hand stroking my 
hard cockshaft with fevered abandon. I'd never seen a 
girl so hot, so insistent. Whenever we broke our kiss, 
when I'd suck her nipples or kiss her neck, she'd murmur 
over and over things like "gimme your dick" or "lemme 
suck it, c'mon" or "I want it, I want it..."

Finally, I slid my hand down to her pussy mound, and 
began stroking near her vaginal lips with my fingertips. 
She tensed a little at this, and did not seem to know 
what to do.

"Spread your legs, Sarah," I said.

She bit her lip and stroked my cock even harder with her 
hand. "You sure?"

"Don't be afraid," I said, still tickling her labia.

"Never... had a boy touch me there. Never put... 
never..." Finally, perhaps overcome my the sensation of 
my hand stroking her pussy, she sighed and said again, 
"You sure, Freddie?"

I nodded, and she closed her eyes and parted her knees 
about a foot. I took over from there, rising to my knees 
and pressing her thighs apart with my hands.

Her pussy lips were quite wet, and glistened invitingly 
in the afternoon sun. Her pussy was a sweet, small bud, 
the hole almost invisible, but her clit was large and 
erect. I casually ran my thumb over her prominent clit, 
and she shuddered. Again and again I thrummed that 
little button while my hard cock bobbed with my 
heartbeat, occasionally tapping on her little door.

"Um, uhhhh, you going to put it in me, Freddie?"

I nodded and stroked her clit again, causing another 
shudder to run through her.

There was a flash of fear in her eyes, and a wince in 
that pretty face, but after a moment and few more 
strokes her hips began to roll and she said, 
breathlessly, "OK... just be sweet and... don't come in 
there... OK? I want your... come... in.. my mouth."

I smiled and said "don't you worry, Sarah Clintoch," and 
slipped the head of my cock into her buttery cunt.

She jumped a little at that first penetration, though I 
was not in more than an inch. I could feel her vaginal 
muscles flexing and rippling, and I knew this was going 
to be an incredible fuck. Stroke by stroke I fed my cock 
into her, sliding deeper and deeper into that hot, tight 
sleeve, her wet, velvety flesh pulling me, kneading me, 
suckling me.

Before I was halfway in she started to lift her hips, 
rolling them gently from side to side in time with my 
long, slow strokes. Though less than half my length was 
in her, we'd reached the full width of my shaft and her 
pussy lips were folded in around it, her clit bending 
down and rubbing the top of my cock.

I leaned forward and took a nipple in my mouth, sucking 
and nibbling it as I drove my cock into her. In five or 
six slow strokes I was almost all the way in, with 
perhaps an inch or two to go, and I heard her hiss in 
her breath and felt her hips snap up sharply. A flood of 
warm pussy juice gushed forth as her voice changed into 
a whimpering moan and her hips began to quiver.

"Ahhh god, god, god," she chanted in my ear as she came. 
I felt her fingers twining in my hair as she held my 
face to her breast. The lubrication of her orgasm made 
her slick channel even slicker, and I slid in fully. I 
felt my dickhead press against her cervix, and this 
caused her orgasm to roll and peak again. I looked at 
her face, beads of sweat were popping out on her 
forehead and tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.

I kissed the space between her breasts and started 
fucking her in earnest. Pressing her knees wider apart 
with the palms of my hands, I buried my cock in her 
pussy, maximum depth on each stroke, the tiny hairs that 
surrounded her cunt stroking and tickling my shaft and 
balls as I stroked her.

She was lost to delirium now, her head rolling from side 
to side, her voice a long, low moan, punctuated by 
little grunts; "uh, uh, uh, oohhhh, uh, uh, uh" as she 
came and came. Her hands were on her breasts, rubbing 
and kneading them, feeding me her nipples as I bent to 
suck them. Her pussy was doing incredible things to me, 
churning and gripping and sucking at my dick, and I knew 
I couldn't hold back much longer.

"Soon, Sarah, " I said breathlessly. "Uh, gonna.... 
come... soon..."

"Ooooooo.... mouth. My mouth. Come... in... my... 
mouth... ahhhhh..."

Happy to oblige, and unable to wait a second longer, I 
pulled my dick from her hungry cunt and slid up her 
chest, my balls sliding between her tits. She leaned 
forward as I rolled us over, me on my back, and took my 
cock deep into her mouth. Her tongue immediately took 
over where her pussy left off, and soon I felt my load 
rising.

I grunted like a bull, and my load poured into her 
mouth. She took me deep into her throat, and I could 
feel her swallowing over and over and over as my hot 
come spurted in long, heavy pulses. I had never come so 
hard in my life, but she took it all, "mmmmmmmm"ing all 
the while, as if she savored each drop.

When I had subsided, she licked me clean and drew her 
body up against mine, kissing my chest and neck, biting 
my ear and licking my cheek. "Freddie, oh Freddie," she 
said, her face pressed against mine and her breath hot 
in my ear. "When y'made me come... that was the best 
come, the best come ever. Oh, you can fuck me any time, 
any time. Mmmmmmmmmm."

Such sweet music in my ear.

We dozed for a while, perhaps twenty minutes. Finally, I 
said "Sarah?"

"Hm?"

"Why's the door nailed shut?"

"Oh, that." She drew up on one elbow, her breasts 
shifting nicely. I felt my cock begin to rise again. 
"`Bout five years ago they' caught some old fart 
diddlin' a 12-year-old girl in here. They did sump'm 
awful to him and nailed the door shut."

"Something awful?"

"Dunno. That's what I heard. Anyway, I found yonder 
window was open and me and James use t'come here so I 
could suck him." She reached out and began to stroke my 
cock with her little hand, almost casually, as it began 
to grow.

"So you never fucked before?"

"Uh uh. Not a boy, anyway. Tried a few things like a 
cucumber..." she blushed a little. "I know, that's 
pretty dumb. But it felt s'good."

I reached out to stroke her nipples and she closed her 
eyes and moaned. "Wanna do it again?" she said, her 
voice low and soft.

I lifted her over me, her legs astraddle, her pussy 
poised over my now erect dick. I felt her hand feed the 
head into her pussy, and she giggled a little.

"Never knew it could feel like this, Freddie," she said, 
and began to lower herself on me.

During the next four years Sarah Clitoch and I must have 
done it all. We liked to try new places from time to 
time - she once sucked me off during a hayride, with 
about 15 other people in the cart, our actions hidden by 
the darkness and a thin blanket, and the fact that 
everyone was soused on cider. We fucked long and hard 
behind the bleachers during a fourth of July festival, 
when I came for the first and last time in her pussy, my 
load erupting in time to the skyrockets.

It was an accident, but she was mad and scared for about 
a week, until she got her period and forgave me. I snuck 
into her upstairs bedroom window on a dozen occasions, 
almost breaking my neck on an icy eave the first time, 
and once we fucked in her parent's bed when they were on 
a grange retreat. I took her ass in our hayloft, which 
was a first for both of us, and though we did it from 
time to time after that it was not a favorite.

But no matter what we did, or how much we did it, Sarah 
never got tired of sucking me and swallowing my come. If 
I'd been able, I'm sure she'd have been happy to give me 
blowjobs every hour on the hour. I often wonder what 
happened to her - I finally left Kellen for college, and 
she cried like a baby.

I always meant to return and marry her, but of course I 
knew she'd find another dick to suck and that would be 
that. I hope she's happy. I hope she found another "nice 
one"...

THE END

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