Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2008 08:22:13 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Mandy the Missionary Girl-chapter 6

The last exciting chapter of Mandy the Missionary Girl (which you are not
supposed to have read if it's illegal for any reason for you to do so) ended
pretty much like this:

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Eventually we would make out on a boy-girl basis, but first WE had to make
out. Boy-boy. REALLY make out. And we looked at each other. Nicky and I. As
in, "Oh. ...That." And then he sort of giggled and shrugged. So it sure
looked like we were going to be doing it then. Soon. Which strangely enough
caused that tickling sensation again.

AND soon we were to do to the girls what they had done to us. Which caused
our eyes to widen quite a bit.

Nicky managed, "You mean-"

"Down there" said Julie firmly.

"Oh."

"Well if it smells like her panties do NOW, then I don't guess I'll mind" I
thought to myself, but-"

Apparently interpreting our slack jawed silence to mean... exactly what it
DID mean, she continued, "Once you get used to it, you'll love it. ...
That's what I heard, anyway. ... And me and Mandy might enjoy it too."

And those were SHORT range goals. What her LONG range goals were... oh my.
All at once I had an inkling. And oh MY! Some things you never think about,
you don't even KNOW about them, then all at once you do. I think it's called
instinct. And I guess there's something to that after all.

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So. If illegal due to age or place of residence or any other reason recently
thought of to read material of this nature, then you can't read this chapter
either.

And now the story continues. But you HAVE been warned.


                   Mandy the Missionary Girl
                           chapter 6


The rest of that day was all anti-climax. Which might come as a surprise
considering all that had happened that morning, but it shouldn't be. We had
to let it sink in. And we also wanted to look innocent when our folks got in
that afternoon. So I cleaned my room. I hadn't even been told to do it and I
still did. And Mandy cleaned house. Mom and dad were pleasantly surprised
when they got in that day. So we did good. And we also avoided eye-contact.
Not sure if we were feeling guilty about things or not. Maybe a little, but
I'm just not sure. But whatever, I guessed I could deal with it. I wasn't
sure about Mandy though.

But what guilt she MIGHT have felt was obviously long gone by the following
afternoon. We were playing Parcheesi on the floor in the living room while
the grownups were visting with Brother and Sister Long out on the front
porch. I was on my stomach with my face propped up with my hands studying my
next move. Which depended on what she was going to do. I wasn't paying much
attention to her otherwise but I just happened to see a flash of leg out of
the corner of my eye, so I looked up and GEEZ, her dress was up above her
knee! which might not sound like much, but for her it was unusual. (I'm not
sure where in the Bible hemlines are specified (aside from being modest) but
my father's view was that they should be roughly halfway down below the
knee.) (And oh by the way, Mandy had her back to the front door.)

Well I guess she WOULD be facing away from the door, because I could almost
see all the way... and then she moved her right knee up. While her LEFT knee
was still touching the floor. In FACT she moved her right knee WAY upwards
and her dress slid slowly towards her lap! Yes! One pantie sighting coming
up! As mentioned before, it doesn't take much to get a fundamentalist boy
child excited.

But I didn't see her panties. Because she didn't have any on. Mandy was
playing Parcheesi on the SABBATH without her PANTIES! With our parents
visiting with Brother and Sister Long right outside on the front porch!

Although I only got to see it for just a few seconds. I mean seriously, the
grownups were right outside. But seeing those big puffy lips of her's again
did make my day. It was so unexpected. And of course I also knew right then
that she wasn't even THINKING about repenting.

About a minute after that Sabbath flashing she whispered, "So did you get a
good look?"

That was it for that day though, but I was still thinking about it during
Sister Jackson's testimony that night. So of course I pitched another tent.
Which did make things more bearable. Actually, it was very exciting.

Monday WASN'T all that exciting. I had to go to town to get some new shoes.
And I didn't even get the ones I wanted.

Tuesday afternoon I went over to Nicky's. First question I had was whether
he thought it would all right if I were to spend Friday night over at his
house. Because Mandy was going to be spending the night with Julie. So
anyway, he said he was pretty sure it would be all right.

"Well then, do you think your folks would mind if we were to camp out? You
know, we could put our sleeping bags out in the barn. You think they'd care
if we did that?"

"You think Julie and Mandy will come over?"

"Yeah, Saturday morning" I said as casually as I could, "I think that's what
they're planning. So do you think maybe-"

"So how long can you stay this afternoon?" he interrupted.

"I have to be home by six. Why?"

"So... you want to practice making out?"

Which was strange, because before he interrupted me I was going to suggest
that we might practice Friday night. Because I figured maybe he needed to
think about it for awhile, but apparently he already HAD. Well damn!

"Where? In the barn?"

"We can in my room. Nobody's gonna be home till almost six. So you want to?"

That was a dumb question. Boys weren't supposed to make out with each other,
we knew that, but boys our age didn't get to see older girls naked either.
And that was a good thing. I didn't know if girls were supposed to make out
with each other, ESPECIALLY the way Julie and Mandy did, but maybe they did
up until they got married. I mean girls were always going to the bathroom
together while boys generally didn't... well, boys DID, but that was just
because at school you didn't have much choice. Girls were very strange. But
no matter, we had a perfectly logical excuse and deep down we wanted to.
That much was obvious by the time we were down to our undershorts. Nice
tents. I started to pull my undies on down. YES! We were going to practice
making out! Pretty much like the girls had. Oh wow. This was going to be
FUN!

"Let's leave our undies on" Nicky said.

Oh. It was going to be sort of fun then. Just not as much as I'd been hoping
for. I looked at him with a somewhat disappointed expression. That and a bit
puzzled.

"Well Mandy and Julie had THEIR panties on when they were making out and-"

"Yeah, but they were KISSING" I reminded him.

"So? Then that's what we have to do, right?"

I shrugged. I'd hadn't even THOUGHT about kissing. I never let the thought
enter my head. And I just assumed he wanted nothing to do with it either, in
fact he'd said as much last Saturday. But now that he mentioned it, well
Julie HAD said we had to REALLY make out, and even BEFORE they'd reached
their "REALLY" stage they'd been doing it... but KISSING is something girls
do, but...

Well, the thought of us kissing sure hadn't diminished our tents any soo...
I guessed we could give it a try.

And I guess it was OK if you take into consideration the fact that I'd never
kissed anyone before... Shit man. It just got awesomer and AWESOMER. There.
How's that?

At first we WERE a bit cautious; just very chaste pecks is all, but then I
don't think Nicky had ever done much kissing either. Then we nervously put
our arms around each other and sort of pulled close and it felt really good.
His hair was sort of tickling my face and we could feel our hearts beating
together and he was warm and kind of soft and cuddly and after all, we were
best friends and would never tell anybody else about it, so we kissed again
with more enthusiasm. He had peanut butter and grape jelly breath, but that
was OK. He was trying to push the tip of his tongue between my lips; so I
thought, well, that's how THEY did it. Julie and Mandy. And ZOWIE!! when our
tongues touched and then we started moving them around, (We needed all the
practice we could get, right?)... it was an eye-opening experience. Never
would have thought kissing could be so much fun. It looked like we had all
KINDS of nerve endings that made you feel good.

We had to come up for breath sooner or later though, but then with a
somewhat nervous giggle he was sucking on my right tit! And would you
BE-LIEVE it, it was like ZOWIE again!! Who would have ever thought messing
around with my nipple could make it tickle down between my legs like that!
Those girls knew all KINDS of stuff! And after all, they'd been kissing and
slobbering all over THEIR titties, sooo.... and they'd pushed their hands
down inside each other's panties too. His butt felt nice, all soft and sort
of spongy and pliable... and then I pushed my hand down between his legs and
his thighs were soft and warm and oh MY... well, just awesome to tell you
the truth about it... and boy oh BOY now he had his hand down the FRONT of
my shorts and then he moved it around to my butt and sometimes we were so
close to each other it was like any closer and we'd be about glued together
and you know what? I'm not sure exactly how or when our shorts got pushed
down to our knees, but they sure did get that way and then the next thing
you know, they were gone. Just went sailing across the room.

And if the paragraph above seemed to be a bit breathless, well so were we.
And we weren't done YET! We just slowed down a little. At least for awhile.
I was just beside him staring blissfully up at the ceiling when he started
slowly licking his way down my tummy. Which tickled, but in a ticklish sort
of way. And well, in that other way TOO, you know, I mean I felt like I was
getting awfully close to quivering again, but ANYway, he just kept working
his way down until he reached my navel. He had on outie, I had an innie. And
sure enough, he stuck his tongue in there too. And yes, it tickled a whole
lot. Both ways. But I really didn't want to quiver quite then. See? I was
getting sophisticated.

Although I guess I should mention that I'd done the quiver bit to myself
right after getting home from school that afternoon, because I was thinking
in terms of Friday night, not right away. So that had a lot to do with my
not quivering as quickly as would have been the case otherwise. Because
otherwise I WOULD'VE, several minutes prior to that point.

But I just decided I wanted to take the initiative for a change. After all,
I was the oldest. So I said, "OK, my turn" and with that I pushed him down
on his back, made a few buzzing sounds around his outie and THEN I took his
straining little spike between my fingers, pulled up on it a bit and KISSED
it. Right on it's HEAD. Just a little peck, but it jerked slightly. Then I
looked at him and said, "You dare me?"

"Yeah..." he said a little breathlessly. Then he added quickly, "I will too
if you go first, OK?"

So it didn't taste anything at all like pee. I'd never TASTED any pee
before, but even so I was sure it didn't taste yucky. Just like Mandy said.
Mostly it tasted like him, except it was warm and sort of moving and it felt
both hard and soft at the same time and I was really DOING it! All the way
down to his balls. Wasn't that difficult, as after all his was less than
three inches. I moved back up a bit, took a small breath, then down I went
again and THIS time I got his balls in my mouth and boy, he just SQUEALED.
(And his balls really were a bit more plump than at the start of the
summer.) Gave them a lick and then moved back up again, was about to lick
across his PEE hole (yeah, all at once I was living dangerously, but I just
wanted to see what would happen) but at that point things got really
violent. And here I thought Pop Rocks were wild. It's a wonder I didn't lose
it myself then. And it's a good thing his parents weren't home either,
because he was making some NOISE in there. It was AWESOME!

And when he went down on me it was even more awesome, but it was over in
about ten seconds. Maybe fifteen. It wasn't very long whatever it was. But
the thing was, in a way it felt even better than when Julie did it. It was a
little hard to compare really (and you can bet I wanted to make a few more
comparisons), but I don't know, it was... well, we were best friends see and
Julie... well, I still wasn't sure what to make of her. I liked her a whole
lot though. I just liked Nicky more. We were in LUV.

I skipped all the way home that evening. And my folks sure noticed that I
seemed to be in a good mood. A year or so older and they might have been
wondering if I was doing drugs. God, it was GREAT!

But don't get me wrong, we both were still interested in Mandy and Julie.
You can bet on THAT all right. And it's a good thing I was still interested,
because Mandy sure put that to a test the next afternoon.

Which was on a Wednesday in case you've lost track.

Right after we got in from school that afternoon Mandy asked me, "Hey Seth.
You want to do something tonight?"

"It's Wednesday" I reminded her. As in Wednesday night prayer meeting. And
the trials and tribulations of Sister Jackson. Guess maybe she lost track of
things too.

"Yeah I KNOW it's Wednesday, but what if you were to say... oh right after
we get through eating... well, you've already finished that big report you
had to do on the Roman Empire, right?"

"Yeah, and it's not even due till Friday, so what are you getting at?"

"But mom and dad don't KNOW you've finished it right? And if you were to
tell them it's due tomorrow, they wouldn't know any different about that
either, right?"

So I looked at her. And I LOOKED at her. Because she was looking pensive and
all but I did NOT like the sound of this. Because whatever her idea was, I
had a feeling it was going to get me into trouble. Which usually meant I was
going to end up getting a whipping. BUT. I'd already told my mom I'd
FINISHED that report. So there. That would put and end to THAT. Whatever
that was.

Only it didn't. It got WORSE. "Well OK, you don't have to tell them you lied
about having your report done, just say you FORGOT something, and it's going
to take two or three hours to finish. ... And it's due first thing tomorrow.
I mean you didn't tell them WHEN it's due did you?"

"No and I'm not GOING to do it either because I'd just get a whipping, OK?"

"Seth, just listen to me, OK? You get LOTS of whippings..." (easy for her to
say because she DIDN'T)... "but NO prayer meeting, NO Sister Jackson" ...
(OK, I might think about it then)... "mom and dad are going to be gone for
over three hours, I'M going to stay here to HELP you... that's how far
behind you are... only really you've already finished, sooo.... we'll work
on something else. You know? ... And I can make your bottom feel a lot
better too. ... So what do you say?"

"I say why don't you just say you forgot YOUR damn homework-"

"Know much algebra?"

Shit. That would never would've worked anyway.

I wasn't a masochist. I don't know what my ID was into though... a little
martyrdom? Apparently it LIKED the idea. Well no it didn't really but it DID
take into consideration that Mandy would pay for this. I wasn't getting a
whipping for NOTHING... even if I'd make it a point to remember that I
could've been at church waiting for Sister Jackson to get done, so... OK.

But I still didn't feel good about it. Because I tried to avoid whippings.
Forgive me if you can, but that's just the way it was. Certainly not to the
extent of being a goody-goody like Mandy seemed to be for most of her life
(and I was STILL having trouble coming to grips with her new persona) but I
generally did as I was told or was very careful.

So when just as I was finishing supper I suddenly slapped the side of my
head and said "Oh no!" I'm sure I was very convincing. Because I was really
scared. This was NOT something I wanted to go through. Except maybe... well
shit. I've already been through all that, now haven't I? And there was
indeed a good reason for it all, I just wished it wouldn't be so painful.

So if it seems like I'm stalling right now, there is a very good fucking
REASON for it.

But I must go on. It's the only way I'll ever get to the good part. So a
stricken look crossed my face and I said "Oh no!"

My father looked up with a puzzled expression on his face. Meanwhile mom
asked, "What's wrong Seth?"

"I... I... well, I-" (Told you I was convincing.)

"Well OUT with it! What did you forget to do THIS time?" cut in my father.

I took a deep breath. "I forgot something very important on that report
that's due in tomorrow morning" I stammered.

"Seth, what have I TOLD you? How many TIMES-"

"Now hold on Frank" my mom interrupted, then she turned to me and said in a
slightly hurt puzzled tone of voice, "But you told me you were finished with
it yesterday, Seth." (Boy oh boy is Mandy ever going to PAY for this...) (I
didn't much care for guilt trips either.)

"Well I thought I WAS but I forgot to do the part about how when the Huns
pushed the Goths into Roman territory-"

"Well how long would it take you to finish?" my mom asked. Now she sounded
pretty exasperated with me. Which sucked because that part I was talking
about I not only FINISHED, it was pretty close to my favorite part. I LIKED
history, OK? Especially the bloody parts.

But anyway I looked down at the table and said "Probably about all night."

"Seth, really!" That was my mom. My dad? He seemed to be on the verge of
exploding. Not good.

"I can stay home and help him if that'll help" Mandy volunteered. You know
what? That was a really dumb idea she had. That's what I was thinking right
about then BECAUSE if they said no to that idea of hers I was STILL up the
creek. And there was no question in my mind that I was that. Up the creek.
Just any second now.

"Frank? What do you think? I know it's a church night, but he'll get a
failing grade if he doesn't hand it in on time, so if Mandy could help him
with it... Mandy, you really think you can help pull your brother through
this mess?" That did sound hopeful.

"I'm pretty sure I can" Mandy replied helpfully.

"ALL RIGHT THEN! SHE CAN STAY!" (Yes! Yes!!) "BUT THAT REPORT HAD BETTER BE
FINISHED WHEN WE GET HOME AND BOTH OF YOU HAD BETTER BE IN BED!" (YES!!)
"But first Seth, you and me are going to pay a little trip to the woodshed.
Right now."

(Oh. That.)

The "woodshed" was a small utility building out back where my dad did a lot
of his woodworking and all. Along with some other stuff occasionally. I'd
say on an average of about every two or three months Because like I
mentioned earlier, I didn't much care for whippings. But because somewhere
in either Deuteronomy or Proverbs it said a parent SHOULD correct their
children with a ROD (even if he used a leather strap) that's just what he
did. When he felt it was necessary. And actually I'd been doing pretty good.
I hadn't had a whipping since sometime in April I think it was. But now I
was going to get it again. And for what? Well to tell you the truth, I
wasn't THINKING about the what part right then. Which I guess is sort of
good, else I might find myself in the depths of kinkydom right now. We WERE
skirting awfully close to it right then, but no, I didn't get no damn
erection while he was laying it across my bare bottom. I was just thinking
that it hurt. A lot. But at last it was over, he said he was sorry he had to
do it (and it should go without saying that I was pretty sorry about that
part myself) and shortly afterwards my parents were on their way to
Wednesday night prayer meeting and I turned to Mandy and said, "Damn! That
really HURT, you know that?"

And THEN.... comes chapter 7. And THAT would be the NEXT chapter, OK?

So stay tuned. It gets better from here. Honest.


Oh, and while any truly kinky suggestions will probably be... well OK, I'll
read them anyway. And some might really be interesting and since we all have
our fetishes I suppose some might be a bit BEYOND merely interesting to me
but in the end I'll probably keep most of MY fetishes to myself and just
carry on with the story like I originally planned. Which I sincerely hope
will still be of some interest to you.

So anyway, thanks for reading my story up till this point. (Unless you're
not supposed to be doing this, in which case I thank you for NOT reading
it.) But I hope you have enjoyed it so far and will continue to do so. Which
could come as a bit of a relief, I don't know.

Oh, and comments are still welcome. I think.

jjjanicki@gmail.com