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The Virgin Chronicles - 23
by Netman169 (netman169@yahoo.com)

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These stories are a series of accounts of young teen 
girls, losing their virginity and discovering the world 
of sex. In Part 23, Annie is a thirteen-year old Amish 
girl who uses the ritual of Rumspringa, to lose her 
virginity to a whole group of boys after a rager. 
(mm+/f, youths, 1st, mast, oral)

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Part 23 - Amish Annie

My name is Annie. At the time of this story I was 
thirteen-years old and had just finished the equivalent 
of eighth grade. You see I am Amish and that was all the 
formal schooling I would ever get. I was 4 feet, 8 
inches tall and had long auburn hair, which I parted 
down the middle and then wore in a bun along with a 
white cap. 

I went through puberty several years ago. My breasts 
were 34C but were often lost beneath my long full plain 
cotton dress since we were not allowed to wear bras. I 
also had a pretty thick bush of brown pubic hair, which 
was hidden under my homemade white cotton underpants 
that looked a lot like boxer shorts. 

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

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

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

I didn't have time to get any regular clothes so I wore 
my Amish dress with the cap.

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

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

They showed me how to fast dance and I did so with 
several of the boys, while others kept bringing me 
drinks. As the night wore on, the music started to get 
slower and the lights stopped flashing and got dim. 

One of the older boys, whose name was John, asked me to 
slow dance but I said I didn't know how. He told me it 
was easy, put his arms around me, and led the way. He 
was right. It was easy. As he pressed into me, I think 
he could feel that my 34C breasts were braless unlike 
most of the other girls there. When that song ended, 
another one of his friends took over and he too held me 
close. That was repeated three more times. I seemed to 
be the center of attention of five sixteen-year old 
boys. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You have pretty hair under that hat," one of them said. 
"Why don't you take it off and let you're your hair 
down?"

"We are not allowed to," I replied.

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

"You're right, I keep forgetting," I said, reaching 
back, removing the hat, and unclipping the bun. As I 
shook my head back and forth, my auburn hair cascaded 
down below my waist. 

"As you can see, we are not allowed to cut it either."

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

"Oh my, this is getting personal," I said. "But okay, if 
you must know we are modest about those things. We don't 
let the whole world see. And yes I wear panties. They 
are big and ugly but I am not allowed to wear a bra, 
just kind of an undershirt/slip thingy." That seemed to 
get everyone's attention.

"Please show us!" the boys said.

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

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

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

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

I lay back on the hay bale, closed my eyes and threw up 
my arms.

I felt free and uninhibited for the first time in my 
life.

My breasts were pushing forward beneath my white cotton 
undershirt.

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

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

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

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

This must have given them a signal for then there was a 
hand at the waistband of my panties and I felt them 
being slid all the way off. There I lay, my thirteen-
year old naked virgin body in front of five sixteen-
year-old boys.

I must admit it was exciting. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So how is your Rumspringa so far?" she asked.

"Wet and sticky!" I laughed.

More stories to come... 

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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