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Table of Contents
Copyright Page
Book 1
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Book 2
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
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Shunned:
An Amish Awakening
Book 1
by Alexis Adaire
Chapter 1
Rebecca Beiler was not breathing.
She stood transfixed, immobile, looking at the largest penis she had ever seen.
That it was just the second adult penis she’d ever seen merely added to her sense of awe. In her 26 years, Rebecca had seen only her husband’s penis, and even then had only glimpsed it occasionally in her peripheral vision, as John had been quite modest, even for an Amish man. While she had assumed John’s to be fairly large, she was now facing evidence that suggested otherwise.
The appendage in question was in a magazine that Rebecca had inadvertently discovered in a small newsstand. She’d come to Lancaster with a group from her Amish village just outside of town, and as was her usual habit, eventually separated from the other women to walk around. Since the death of her husband two years prior, Rebecca learned to prefer solitude to the often awkward conversations with her friends.
Men passing Rebecca on the street during one of her walks might not have looked twice, since her traditional Amish clothing rendered her quite plain. The white bonnet hid her long auburn hair, while her long-sleeved blue cotton dress and white apron concealed every other part of her, save for her hands and freckled face.
On this particular stroll around town, she had spied a newsstand copy of Redbook with a large font screaming, 28 Sexy Things to Try in Bed! Knowing that getting caught looking at such a publication could spell trouble for her in the Amish community, Rebecca nonetheless couldn’t resist the urge to peek. She looked around the street to be sure no other Amish were in the vicinity, then took the Redbook from the magazine rack to sate her curiosity.
That’s when she saw the monstrous cock.
It was on the cover of a porn magazine hidden behind the Redbook. The title of the magazine boasted Sluts Who Crave Huge Tools and the cover image featured one such slut, naked, her ankles being gripped and legs spread apart by the hands of an equally nude Latin man. His bronze, tattooed skin glistened with sweat and his body crackled with sexual energy from his muscular torso down to his ripped thighs.
And there, in between, was the cock that had stolen Rebecca’s breath. To her it seemed utterly massive. Hard as a rock, veins bulging along its length as the head disappeared into the dripping opening between that poor woman’s legs.
Rebecca only looked for a second or two. Once she regained her breath, she felt her face flush and quickly replaced the Redbook and walked away.
That one split-second decision to pick up the magazine would change her life forever, in ways she couldn’t possibly imagine on this otherwise normal day. The process of Rebecca’s awakening had begun, and there would be no turning back.
Chapter 2
Rebecca couldn’t get the image out of her mind.
Not the huge penis, exactly, but the body of its owner, which was so much more overtly sexual than she had imagined a man’s body could possibly be. Rebecca was no stranger to sex -- she’d lost her virginity to her husband John on their wedding night at age 17, and their marriage had been filled with the sort of physical pleasures in which a happy Amish couple could indulge themselves. Sex with her husband had been as fulfilling as she imagined sex could be, and ever since his horse-drawn buggy was hit by a drunk driver two years earlier, Rebecca had constantly longed for that contact, that sensation of physical closeness.
The porno mag cover was something else, though. That man had a raw, animalistic sexual quality as he pried the young woman’s legs apart and forced his way into her body. Rebecca thought about it during the long buggy ride back from Lancaster, with every bump in the road sending a little jolt through her body. She felt exposed and feared her thoughts could be read on her face by the others in the buggy.
By the time she got home, Rebecca’s arousal had put her into a trance. She quickly removed her clunky black shoes and black knee-high stockings. She took a deep breath, then closed her eyes and imagined her chiseled Latin lover in front of her, naked, gazing into her eyes with an ardor she’d never seen before. In her fantasy, he proceeded to take off her clothing, layer by handmade layer: the bonnet and apron, the dress, a white slip. Finally, he slid off the thin cotton undergarment that covered her from her shoulders to her stomach. Rebecca lifted her arms and let it float over her head.
Her Latin lover stood transfixed, staring at her beautiful full breasts. Her eyes pleaded with him to continue as he knelt in front of her and tugged the second undergarment, that covered from her stomach down to her knees. It slid past her hips and puddled at her feet.
Rebecca could feel her lover’s eyes on her, looking at her unkempt chestnut-colored pubic hair. Her clothing lay piled on the floor, making Rebecca acutely aware of her femininity. The Latino’s gaze took in her full breasts, flat stomach and perfectly curved hips. She completed the transition by unfastening the bun in her hair, letting her long locks spill down over her shoulders.
Rebecca eased onto the bed, nestling her head in the pillows. She felt him lie next to her, his hand running through her hair as he leaned in for a kiss. His tongue found hers as his body pressed against her own, his stiffening cock pushing against her hip. Fingers massaged her breasts, kneading her hard nipples. Rebecca’s breathing quickened and she felt the wetness appear between her legs; he felt it, too, his fingers deftly moving along the ridge between her labia before sliding into her. She had to have him. She grabbed her lover’s hard cock in her hand and pulled him toward her, into her, as they began to rock slowly in unison.
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From his vantage point at the door of Rebecca’s bedroom, 19-year-old Jacob Zook couldn’t see the Latin lover. Instead, he only saw Rebecca, naked, her eyes closed tightly, one hand squeezing her breast and the other between her legs. Two fingers worked in and out of her rhythmically as she began to softly moan.
Jacob knew he should leave, but he couldn’t tear himself away from this amazing spectacle. He’d never seen a naked woman before, much less one having sex with herself. He watched silently for a full minute, his own body reacting to Rebecca’s display.
When her orgasm hit, Rebecca tightened her pelvis and welcomed it. In that same instant, her eyes opened reflexively and she saw the young man in the doorway. Her orgasm halted immediately as Rebecca screamed and grabbed the blanket to cover herself.
“Jacob!” she shouted. She’d forgotten having asked her neighbor to stop by this afternoon to help her patch a leaking roof. Jacob couldn’t move; he remained at the bedroom door, transfixed. She could see the intensity of his glazed stare. He tried to talk, but nothing came out. Seco
nds passed without a word being uttered.
Then Jacob turned away toward the front door. He hadn’t taken three steps when Rebecca bounded from the bed and ran after him, wrapping the blanket around her as she went. “Wait, Jacob!” Rebecca shouted. She caught him as he was reaching for the knob, grabbing his hand. The young man reluctantly turned to face her.
“Don’t!” she pleaded. “You can’t… If you tell anyone, we will…” Jacob wasn’t looking at her face, though, but rather at her exposed left breast, which had slipped out from the blanket. He reached and ran his hand over it as Rebecca stood stunned. She was about to admonish him when he touched her nipple, pinching it slightly and causing her to exhale audibly. Looking quickly around the room, she determined that nobody could see them in this spot, so close to the front door. She decided not to stop Jacob.
As Jacob continued to massage her breast, Rebecca felt her desire rise. Looking at his face, she released the blanket, allowing it to cascade to the floor, and once again stood naked in front of a man — only this one was real. She wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled him into her for a kiss. He responded in kind, their tongues finding each other. Rebecca held him tightly, pressing her body against him. It was decadent, the feel of her nakedness against his fully clothed body.
This was all happening so fast. Rebecca could feel Jacob’s cock harden against her belly. She pulled back and looked at the bulge in his trousers. A small wet spot had formed. Looking up into his eyes, Rebecca saw he was not frightened now, but filled with lust. She watched as he unbuttoned the top button of his black trousers. Rebecca reached out and unfastened the two remaining buttons. She grabbed the sides of the pants, then looked up into his eyes. “You must never tell anyone of this! Do you agree?” Rebecca implored. Jacob nodded without knowing exactly what was in store.
An easy tug pulled the trousers down. The wet spot wasn’t from an actual orgasm, but merely from the young man’s considerable sexual excitement. Jacob’s cock bulged against his thin handmade cotton underpants. Rebecca dropped to her knees, then pulled those down past his hips and his cock sprang free.
Taking it in one hand, Rebecca stroked it. She felt her own excitement building again. It had been two full years since she’d touched the hardness of a man. She saw a bead of liquid on the head of his cock, and for the first time in her life, felt the desire to know what one would feel like in her mouth. She leaned in and opened her lips, using her tongue to sample the liquid. When she heard Jacob moan, Rebecca opened her mouth wide and took him in.
As she moved her mouth tenderly back and forth over Jacob’s cock, Rebecca’s free hand slipped between her legs and found her now-throbbing clit. She needed that orgasm more than ever and soon found herself on the verge. Jacob’s moans became louder and she felt his cock suddenly harden.
Jacob bucked slightly when his orgasm hit. Rebecca hadn’t intended on taking it in her mouth, but she was caught by surprise when the sudden salty taste triggered her own orgasm. She rubbed her clit furiously as her body spasmed, and she greedily sucked every drop of liquid, swallowing before she could give much thought to it.
When the moment had subsided, the two Amish stood uncomfortably looking at one another. Jacob pulled up his trousers, and Rebecca felt suddenly naked and grabbed the blanket again to cover herself.
“Not a word of this to anyone, do you understand?” She cautioned him. He nodded his assent. “I am serious, Jacob. This must remain our secret.”
Jacob suddenly seemed much younger to Rebecca, and she much older. As he walked out the door, she felt a wave of guilt regarding her actions. For the remainder of the day and into that evening, she was in a state of conflict caused by the first sexual contact she’d had in years and the fact that her community would certainly disapprove of such wantonly behavior.
Chapter 3
“You have brought shame upon yourself and the entire community!”
Abram Fisher’s voice was booming. Though Amish men are known for their even tempers, the bishop was as angry as Rebecca had ever seen him. He stood before her in the meeting house, alongside elders Samuel Lapp and Isaac King.
“You have ruined young Jacob in the eyes of God,” said Samuel. “Have you nothing to say for yourself?”
Rebecca felt a range of emotions the likes of which she’d never before experienced: embarrassment, shame, guilt, fear, anger. She was livid at Jacob. This was between her, Jacob and God; he had no right to try to assuage his own sense of guilt by incriminating her. But Rebecca knew that she was equally responsible for the limited sex she’d had with the young man and that nothing she said would help her cause, so she merely hung her head and shook “no.”
Isaac spoke up. “This sin is unforgivable. Have you completely forgotten our Ordnung?”
Rebecca knew she’d violated the community’s rules of behavior. She continued to look at her feet.
“You leave us no choice,” the bishop interjected. “You will be forever shunned from the community.” There was no mercy in his voice. Elder Samuel grabbed the bishop’s arm, then said, “Sister Beiler, wait outside for a moment while we talk.”
Rebecca nodded and left the room, taking a seat in one of the wooden chairs in front of the small building. It was still early morning, maybe 7am. She saw one of her best friends, Sarah Stoltzfus, walk by. Rebecca tried to muster a smile, but Sarah looked straight ahead, and at that point Rebecca realized most of the community must already know what had taken place between her and Jacob. She was surprised when she found herself suddenly thinking about the feel of her naked body pressing against him as they kissed. She became furious at herself; even at this most serious of times, she could not get sex off her mind.
The door opened and Isaac motioned her to come inside. The three elders were somber. Only Samuel Lapp spoke.
“We realize it must be difficult, being a widow at such a young age,” the elder told her. “Sister Beiler, we wish to offer you a path to forgiveness in the eyes of the Amish and of God Himself.” Rebecca was surprised. She looked up, tears welling in her eyes.
Elder Samuel continued, “You married young and never had the opportunity to go on rumspringa, to see the world and strengthen your commitment to the Amish way of life. We have chosen to force that upon you now. You must leave the community immediately and not return for a period of six months. During that time, you must decide whether you wish to return and live your life in accordance with the community’s Ordnung. Do you understand?”
A solitary tear ran down Rebecca’s cheek. She nodded, saying, “I am truthfully sorry for what I have done. But where will I go?”
The bishop spoke up, his voice still stark. “That is for you to decide. Your destination is of no importance to us. We care only that you learn enough of the ways of the English to determine whether you will spend your life amongst them, or come back to the Amish and beg for the forgiveness of God.”
Rebecca nodded. “When must I leave?”
“You have an hour to gather your belongings,” the bishop said. “Elder Lapp will drive you to Lancaster. You must not return here, nor have any contact with the community until six months have passed. Now be off with you, sister. And may God have mercy on your wicked soul.”
A stunned Rebecca left the building and returned home, ignoring the looks she received from people she had counted as friends just 24 hours earlier. She packed a small suitcase with clothes, and a cloth bag with cheese and apples. Retrieving a jar from the back of the kitchen cupboard, she pulled out a wad of bills and began counting.
Two-hundred and eighty-three dollars.
Panic began to set in when Rebecca realized the direness of her plight. She responded to a knock on her door and found Elder Samuel waiting with his horse-drawn buggy. He helped her put her things in the back, then they both climbed into the cab.
As they made their way to the main road, Rebecca endured the stares of what seemed like every person in the entire community.
The buggy proceeded toward tow
n. Rebecca sat silently and could only think about how amazing it felt to drop her blanket and expose her body to Jacob’s shocked stare, how utterly delicious it had felt to have a hard penis in her mouth for the first time, and the intensity of the orgasm she experienced when Jacob’s own orgasm exploded against the back of her throat.
She had no idea where her 6-month shunning would lead her, but Rebecca Beiler, a 26-year-old Amish widow, knew one thing: She wanted more sex.
Shunned:
An Amish Awakening
Book 2
by Alexis Adaire
Chapter 1
Rebecca Beiler’s mind was spinning from so many firsts.
She was aboard Amtrak’s Keystone, the first time she’d ridden a train. That morning, she’d been shunned by her Amish community, another first. The shunning took place because she’d performed oral sex on her 19-year-old neighbor, Jacob Zook — that was definitely a first.
That one act included a number of other firsts for Rebecca: the first time she’d gotten a good view of an erect penis (her Amish husband had been quite conservative about sex and nudity, even between a married couple), the first time she’d ever masturbated in front of a man (though young Jacob likely didn’t notice, as he was intently watching his cock disappear into a woman’s mouth, undoubtedly a first for him as well), and the first time she’d tasted a man’s cum (though that wasn’t Rebecca’s intention, she had merely responded to Jacob’s orgasm by continuing to suck because she was in the middle of her own orgasm and had no intention of stopping that halfway).
The shunning had been conditional; because of her status as a 26-year-old widow who had married at age 17, her Amish elders had taken a degree of pity on her and ordered her to take a six-month rumspringa. This excursion was normally taken by Amish teens, to let them satisfy their curiosities about the English world, and hopefully return with a new appreciation for Amish customs and a renewed commitment to God and the community. Most of the teens did indeed return, though not all.
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