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Innocence and Grace

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Innocence and Grace
College girl finds faith - and other things.

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Breakfast protein drink.

Grace rolled over and hit the snooze on the alarm.

Stretching, she rolled back and snuggled into Sean's arms, kissing his chest.
He sleepily rolled into her and gave her a morning kiss on the lips as his hand
lazily moved up and down her bare thigh and hip. "Morning, hot
stuff," he mumbled through a smile.

"Morning, stud," she murmured back, then,

"Hmm; as his hand traced its way slowly but purposefully across her naked
ass cheek. "Keep that up and I'll be late."

He took her hand and moved it down under the sheet to where

his erection was growing. "Speaking of keeping things up, see what you
did? And since it's your fault, I think you should do something about it."

"Oh, I should, should I?" she asked archly as she

slid down the length of him, grinning. "And, uh, just what do you think I
should do?" Her head was resting on his belly now, her hand stroking his
length rhythmically and smoothly.

"A little mouth-magic would do wonders for my problem,

I think;" he said just before she moved her head forward and engulfed the
knob at the end of his shaft. "Ah;" he gasped. "Yeah, just like;
ah!; like that;

She slipped her warm, soft lips up and down his turgid cock,

following it with her hand, licking and sucking on the ridge of the helmet,
then the bulbous head itself, then down the shaft again, sucking hard on the
upstroke, relaxing on the down stroke. ..

It only took a few minutes of her concentrated attentions

before his back arched and he let out a "Humph!"; a warm flood of
thick, creamy cum exploded in her mouth, and she swallowed, and swallowed
again, holding the head in her mouth. She continued sucking softly and gently
for a few minutes more, making sure she got every residual drop, and then
finally released his slackening tool with a little pop. Still gripping the
shaft loosely, she turned to look back over her shoulder; grinning; "Um,
was that sort of what you had in mind?"

"Oh, yeah, baby," he said, catching his breath.

"And now;" He moved forward, intending to do something more with her,
but she forestalled him with an outstretched hand on his chest. "No,"
she said firmly. "No time. I have to get packed. Consider this your
'goodbye' quickie blowjob." She promptly rolled out of the bed and began
to dress, briskly.

He lay in the rumpled sheets watching her. "So I won't

see you again until the fall?" Sean was a 'townie', someone she'd run into
at a convenience store a few weeks back. Some flirtatious talk, and they'd gone
for drinks; a few drinks, and they'd wound up here, at his place. That had been
the first time, but there had been others since, culminating in last night's
marathon sex romp, her "going away" party before she left campus to
go home for the summer.

"No, you won't see me again until September." If

then, she added mentally, but didn't say. She tended not to stay with one
guy very long; there were too many other good-looking; and good sexing; men and
boys out there to find, and she didn't want to be tied down. It wasn't that she
was a slut, exactly; it was just that this was all new and exciting, like a
first trip to the amusement park: She wanted to try all the rides before
settling on her favorite one.

Since hitting college last fall an entire new world had

opened before her. Suddenly freed from the constrictions of a small Midwestern
town and out from under the watchful eye of her mother, Grace had discovered
parties. And boys. And sex. And alcohol. And sex. And boys; frat boys, nerdy
boys, jock boys, smart boys, hunky boys; and of course, sex.

Her roommate, a second-year student named Andrea, had pitied

her constrained upbringing and undertaken to introduce her to the wider world.
At a frat party during the first two weeks of her arrival on campus, Andrea had
introduced her to Todd; later that night, after much drinking and flirting,
she'd discovered the wonders of mutual masturbation upstairs in Todd's room. He
had wanted to go on, but she had refused for fear of pregnancy.

The following day she'd gone straight to the campus health

center and gotten a prescription for the pill, something she would never have
dared do in her hometown where everyone knew everyone, or so it seemed. With
protection safely in hand, she promptly embarked on a voyage of exploration,
seeking out whatever opportunities for carnal learning that college had
available; which turned out to be many more than she had ever imagined.

Andrea had been particularly adamant that Grace learn how to

give both a good handjob and a good blowjob, especially the blowjob. "It's
a necessary skill, girl," the roommate had said. "It's the best
weapon in your arsenal."

"Every girl can fuck; you just have to be ready

and willing. The guy does most of the work and you get to share the fun. And
every girl can give a handjob; it just takes persistence and a little lube,
though guys prefer girls who are better at it over girls that aren't.

"But make a man blow his load in your mouth in under

three minutes? That's special. You won't have to go looking for guys, they'll
come looking for you once word gets around, and believe me it will get
around. And it keeps the ones you like coming back again. It sets you
apart."

So she had undertaken to instruct and coach, using bananas,

carrots, cucumbers, and on several occasions the loan of Andrea's boyfriend,
Matt. They'd even staged some group encounters, where Grace could contrast and
compare and learn how different guys liked different things. She'd learned to
deep throat, and to swallow cum, the taste of which she had at first not cared
for much, but which she eventually came to enjoy. And Andrea was right: the
boys started coming; and cumming; in droves.

And of course she was also into fucking, and giving

handjobs, and getting her pussy licked and finger-fucked during all this. She
learned all the positions, and many new techniques, and diligently did her
Kegels every day. She adamantly refused to do anal; that was just nasty in her
mind, and she couldn't get past it; but she allowed every other orifice she
possessed to be used, in whatever imaginative way some guy wanted to use it.

She discovered new and different places for fun, too:

between the stacks at the library;

in the narrow greenway corridors

between the campus buildings;

in the theater; in a parked car (that

one seemed to be popular);

in broom closets and storage sheds;

in alleys behind bars and pizza

parlors;

in the press box of the stadium;

behind the stage curtains during an orchestra performance.

And on one memorable occasion, sitting in the back row of a

big half-empty lecture hall. She'd taken to packing extra hankies in her purse
for clean-up, and she'd needed several that day; she had cum twice, and he'd
had a gusher.

She packed away her jeans and took to wearing sweats and

yoga pants and skirts exclusively; they were easily accessible for
spur-of-the-moment activities. And she discovered her fetish for semi-public
sex, someplace where there was a risk of being caught. Not too big a
risk, of course; she didn't want word of her activities to make its way home to
mother's ear.

Her mid-term grades were, predictably, disastrous, and she

realized that if she wanted to continue her 'other' studies she would have to
apply herself more to her academics. Since then she'd curtailed her adventures,
but not ceased them. Final marks at the end of the first semester were
acceptable, so she continued with her balanced approach: study hard, then
party hard. So far it seemed to be holding up well. Or at least well enough.

And now the school year was over, and she had to go home.

She sighed as she left Sean's and headed back to her dorm to finish packing. A
long, dull summer to look forward to, with nothing much to do and low
probabilities of getting laid; her town was too small, and the risk of her
mother hearing about it too great.

Breakfast

"Are you ready, Grace?" her mother called from the

bottom of the stairs. She sighed as she took one last look in the full-length
mirror, checking to make sure she would pass her mother's muster; nothing too revealing,
you know; "Yes, mamma," she called. "I'll be down in a
minute."

She swung out the doorway, grabbing her wide-brimmed hat

from the bed on the way, and bounced down the stairs. This was the first time
she'd worn this sun-dress, and it felt good. It was light and breezy, silky
against her skin, and if the wrap-around style showed just a little too much
d collet and the full flouncy skirt ended an inch or two higher than would
meet her mother's rather straight-laced opinion of "appropriate",
still it wasn't risqu enough to be outright objectionable.

As a finishing touch, she'd added a thin gold chain that

dangled down into the deep valley between her full, firm tits, drawing downward
the eye of anyone who looked at her; or at least it would draw the eyes of the
boys in that direction, and that was her target audience.

Redeemer Lutheran Church.

At the bottom of the stairs her mother waited, looking Grace

over with a critical eye. She seemed on the verge of saying something, but in
the end she merely turned and led the way out the door. The ride to the church
was uneventful, and as they pulled into the lot and parked Grace waved to Jenny
and Kristy, her two friends from high school who were also back home for the
summer.

"I'm going to go talk to the girls for a minute,"

Grace said as she exited the car. "I'll see you inside, mama."
Walking over to her besties, she gave and got hugs all around. "Wow,"
Jenny said, stepping back and giving Grace a thorough look-over. "You look
hot!"

"Oh, do I?" Grace said in mock innocence, turning

and twirling. "I didn't know."

Kristy laughed. "Well, it seems college has changed

you; you used to be so buttoned-up, almost mousy," she said. "I like
the new you."

As they walked towards the church, Jenny said, "I can't

wait 'til we get together and talk. I have some pretty good stuff to tell you
both." Grace smiled. Jenny had always been the most flirtatious member of
the group, almost wild if "wild" had any meaning in the context of
their small town. It wouldn't surprise her to hear that Jenny had a couple of
boyfriends at school, and she looked forward to hearing all the juicy details
of her conquests. She was quite sure that the other two girls would be
surprised, maybe even shocked, at the stories Grace could and would
tell;

They parted inside the door and made their way to their

respective customary seats with their families. Grace's mother scooted over a
little to give Grace room to sit comfortably, then turned her concentration to
the front. Another boring ho-hum sermon, Grace thought, and prepared
herself to suffer through it.

But when the preacher emerged her interest suddenly picked

up. "Who's that, and where's Pastor Elmont?" she whispered to her
mother. "Pastor Elmont is ill," came the whispered response.
"This is his replacement, at least for the next few months."

Grace liked what she saw. He was young and good-looking with

nice dark hair, and dark hypnotic eyes, and nice shoulders; As he launched into
his prepared speech, she kept noticing his hands. They were strong and
graceful, and she couldn't help but wonder how those hands would feel running
all over her body. She felt a little tingle start between her legs, and scolded
herself: This is no place to be thinking that way. But still;

When the service was over, she met up again with Jenny and

Kristy. "Oh, boy!" Jenny said, pretend fanning herself. "Did you
see him? What a hunk! I wouldn't mind him putting his shoes under my
bed!"

Kristy concurred. "He's a hottie, all right. Too bad

he's a preacher. They get so weird about sex, most of 'em, like it's something
terrible and to be avoided at all cost. Right up there with stabbing babies, or
something. Unless you're married, of course," she added as an
afterthought. "Then it's okay. But only to have children."

"Is he married?" Grace asked. "No, I

don't think so," Jenny answered. "At least I haven't heard that he
is. And he's not wearing a ring; I checked." Jenny's family sat closer to
the front than those of the other two girls. "He's fresh out of seminary,
just got his divinity degree, or so I heard. This is his first
assignment." Jenny's mom was also the first to get all the good gossip,
which Jenny dutifully passed along.

"First assignment? He must be lonely, here, then;

Grace said, speculatively. "Away from his family, his friends; I think
I'll go and say 'hi', welcome him to town." Jenny and Kristy exchanged
knowing looks, and burst out giggling. "You go right ahead, girl,"
Kristy said through her smile. "Best of luck. We'll be rooting for
you." They both burst into giggles.

Waving away her two friends dismissively but a little

sheepishly, Grace strolled over to where the new preacher, Pastor Greg, was
greeting and speaking with his congregation outside the church door. She waited
patiently as he finished greeting and speaking to the elderly Johnson couple,
and when they finally moved away she stepped up and smiled. "Hi. I'm Grace
Carmody. Welcome to our little town," she said brightly, holding out her
hand.

"Thank you," he responded warmly, enfolding her

hand in both of his and holding it there. "My name's Greg, Greg Newman.
It's nice to meet you. Are you a regular attendee, or are you just visiting? I
confess I haven't memorized all of the names of the congregants, yet." He
chuckled self-deprecatingly. "It's a lot to absorb in such a short
time."

His eyes up close were even more mesmerizing than from a

distance; dark pools of mystery, hinting at hidden depths and secrets. And dark
as they were, there was fire underneath; she had seen it during his sermon, and
she saw it again just now, up close. His hands around hers, touching hers, felt
good. Very good. They were warm and gentle, though she felt strength in them,
too.

The moment when she would ordinarily have expected him to

release her hand, came and went. He continued to hold it.

Maybe I should break contact, she thought. But

that would be rude, wouldn't it? And it could possibly create an embarrassed
awkwardness ; she was reluctant to provoke, so she simply surrendered to
the simple pleasure, however long it lasted.

"Yes, I imagine it is quite lot to get your head

around," she said conversationally. "My family attends here, and I
grew up in town, but I'm just home from college for the summer." She
noticed his eyes drift down to her neck, then lower, following the slim gold
chain, lingering a moment where it disappeared between her tits before coming
back up to hold her own. She felt that tingle start again between her legs, and
a thought came into her head, a half-formed idea. But did she dare on it?

"I was wondering;" she began casually. "I'm

taking a Women's Studies course on the changing role of women in the American
scene, and I'd be interested in hearing your views on the changing role of
women in the church, where it's been, where it's going, and whether or not you
think we're headed in the right direction."

He smiled. "Why, I'd be delighted to discuss that with

you, Grace. Right now, though, I have to make some visitations. I'll be back in
my office around three o'clock, however; would you like to come by then? We can
talk at length about it."

"Um, sure," Grace answered. "That would be

fine." The tingle increased with the intense look he gave her, and they
stood regarding each other as the silence stretched between them. Finally he
released her hand and said, "Until then. It was nice to meet you,
Grace." He turned and walked into the church, beginning to loosen his tie
as he went.

When she got back to the car her waiting mother asked,

"What were you and the new preacher talking about?"

"Oh, I was just telling him how much I enjoyed his

sermon," Grace answered innocently. "I said I'd like to know more
about the subject, and he said he'd be available this afternoon to discuss it.
I think I might come back. He's very; spiritual." Grace had no idea what
the sermon had been about. She hadn't paid the slightest bit of attention. But
she knew that if she couched her visit to the church in religious tones, her
mother wouldn't object.

"Yes, I thought it was quite good," her mother

said distractedly as she navigated her way through the parking lot, to the
street. "And he does have a very forceful delivery." She glanced at
Grace. "So have you taken an interest in faith, finally? I've been praying
for that for years, you know."

Grace looked out the window. "Oh, well; maybe I just

needed to hear it the right way. Pastor Greg is more; interesting than Pastor
Elmont. His presentation, I mean," she amended.

"Well, I hope he can get through to you. Lord knows I've

tried and failed;" her mother muttered, not quite to herself.

  Oh, I'm sure he can; get through to me, Grace

thought, assuming he wants to.

Of course there was always the possibility that he might not

want to, that he was just as upright and straight-laced and weird about sex as
Kristy's dismissive evaluation would describe. But the way he'd held her hand,
and the intensity of his gaze, and that single drifting; and lingering; glance
down to her cleavage, all gave her an inkling of hope, at least.

Wardrobe adjustments.

Grace puttered around the house until almost three, then

quickly packed a few things into a carry-bag and called, "I'm off to the
church," as she went out the door. She was wearing jeans and a knit polo
shirt, the rather sober and nondescript uniform she'd adopted since she'd
arrived. But on the drive over, she pulled off the road onto a little-used side
lane to put her plan into action.

She quickly shucked off the jeans to reveal the tiny red

satin thong she'd donned at the house, just large enough to conceal her slit
and clit. She replaced the jeans with a very short, flouncy skirt that barely
covered her ass. Skinning out of the polo shirt, she unhooked and discarded her
bra and pulled on a tight, cropped, midriff-showing t-shirt that had a
strategic tear down the middle of the front to show off her cleavage. She
remembered wearing atop like this, when she entered a wet t-shirt contest,
during spring break. The suggestiveness was clear; I m about to rip this
thin cotton top, and reveal everything!

She was already wearing sheer thigh-highs topped by lacy

borders; they ended several inches below the hem of her abbreviated skirt,
exposing a nice expanse of creamy skin.

Checking her look in the mirror, she nodded with

satisfaction; her nipples, already hardening at the thought of what she was
doing, tented the jersey fabric of the T enticingly. Finally she added a light
raincoat that would fall down as far as her knees. A mid-afternoon summer
shower had just abated. The weather wasn't cool, but she needed it to hide her
outfit from any casual eyes that might see her walking from the car to the
church.

Minister s study.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled back onto the main road and

proceeded to the church. Wrapping the raincoat around her before she left the
car, she walked quickly to the church and through it to the office in the back.
Doffing the raincoat and slinging it over her arm now that she was confident no
one would see, she reached back and pulled the barrette from her honey-blond, mid-back
length hair, drawing two hanks to the front to drape down along the outsides of
her tits. Ready at last, she took a deep breath and knocked.

"Come in," the voice called from the other side,

and she turned the knob and swung the door open. The office; which she had
never seen before; was small and rather Spartan, but clean and neat. It had
pale walls with a few prints, a bookshelf with a few volumes, the desk, and two
side chairs; that was all. Afternoon sunlight filtered pleasantly through a
single window, which Grace was pleased to see was frosted.

"Hello, Pastor Greg," she said brightly, and sat

in the nearest side chair after pushing it slightly farther from the desk,
draping the raincoat over the back of the other. She sat on the front edge and
reclined a little, allowing her bare thighs to extend out, though keeping her
knees together.

The young preacher looked up from the papers he'd been

working on, and blinked. "Well. Grace. It's nice to see you again" he
said after a moment. "I wasn't sure you'd; come."

Was there a little emphasis on that final word? Grace wasn't

certain, so she stayed quiet and smiled as he leaned back in his office chair
and placed the pen to his lips.

They simply sat for a few moments, the silence stretching.

Grace could feel his eyes making a slow, thorough tour of her clothes and body,
from her hair to her boobs to her navel to her short skirt and toned thighs and
back up again.

Finally he said, "I must say you're dressed somewhat; provocatively,

for a visit to a preacher." A little smile played there, and was that a
twinkle of amusement in those jet-dark eyes, or was it interest?

She spread her legs apart just slightly; she was certain

that, from where he sat he could see up the continuous stretch of skin from the
lacy tops of her stockings up her inner thighs to her shaved bikini line, and
the little sliver of red cloth that barely hid her coochie.

"Do you think there might be a reason for

that?" She asked coyly, though at the same time thinking, here it
comes; the disapproval, the outrage, the stern lecture;

She didn't think he'd tell her mother about this, though;

somehow she'd gotten the impression that that just wasn't his way. It was,
frankly, the only reason she'd even considered taking this dangerous gamble.

But what happened next both surprised and delighted her. He

slowly rose from his chair, laid the pen on the desk, and walked around from
behind it to face her squarely, leaning his butt against the edge of the oak
desktop. Gazing down at her with his hands resting to either side, he asked in
a low voice, "Was there a reason for it, Grace?"

She leaned forward, giving him a plentiful look down her

valley where the tear in the t-shirt gapped open. She knew her nipples were
hard in anticipation and poking out, clearly visible under the fabric. Looking
up archly from under her brows, she murmured, "Um, would you like
there to be a reason?"

He cocked his head a little to one side and lowered his

eyelids slightly. A slow, sly, lustful smile grew on his face, almost a leer.
"Maybe you should show me what you might have wanted to; provoke," he
said softer yet.

From her forward position, his crotch was no more than a

foot in front of her face, and about on the same level. Without taking her eyes
from his, she slowly reached forward and ran her hands up the outside of his
thighs, from knee to hip. When he didn't move or object, she ran them back down
again and moved to the inside, drawing them up, up;

When he still didn't move or speak, she took her courage in her

hands and moved them all the way up to where she could feel the bulge of his
cock through the fabric. His only response was a short, sharp intake of breath
when her fingers glided along what seemed to her to be a very nice bulge. She
slowly caressed the length of it, from tip to root, and back again; already
semi-hard, she could feel it stiffening even more under her hand.

"I think I got the reaction I was looking for,"

she breathed, her eyes still locked on his.

"Maybe;" he said slowly, still not moving,

"maybe you should look a little closer; just to be sure."

She reached for his belt, pulling out the tongue, then

unhooking the buckle, then pulling it open, all in slow motion, watching his
face the entire time. When he still said and did nothing, she continued to
unbuttoning the waistband, grasping the zipper, and slowly, slowly pulling it
down, down, down, all the way to the bottom. Spreading the flaps apart, she
reached in and caressed his hard-on through his boxers, stroking it, gently
squeezing it;

"Closer yet, I think," he instructed, barely above

a whisper. She moved her hand up, then down again under the elastic of his
shorts, until it encountered the warm, smooth flesh-tube that was his cock. She
grasped it firmly and pulled it forth into the open air, swaying gently, fully
erect. The head pointed at her as her fingers stroked it, the skin taut and
slightly darkened.

Without prompting she leaned forward, finally taking her

eyes from his, and licked the ridge slowly all around, flicking out to catch
the tiny pearl of pre-cum now glistening at the tip. She continued her circuit
a few times, then opened her lips to engulf the bulbous knob, gently and
gradually gliding farther and farther down the taut skin of the head until it
was fully inserted in her mouth, her lips just under the ridge. With one hand
stroking slowly, she sucked at the velvety glans and licked the tender fraenum,
reaching out with her other hand to draw out his balls, cupping and weighing
them gently.

"Ah!" was the only sound he made as his head

rolled back. "Ah;"

She started to suck and lick in earnest, bobbing up and down

along the top third of the shaft while following her mouth with her hand in a
loose twisting motion, making sure to catch the ridge of the helmet on each pass.
So soft, so warm, so smooth and tight;

He stayed motionless for a few minutes, obviously enjoying

what she was doing. Then he bent forward at the waist and inserted both hands
down inside the top of the t-shirt where it gapped. He forced it to gap even
farther as his hands worked their way down the outsides and undersides of her
tits, cupping and stroking and squeezing those firm but pliant orbs of flesh,
the hard little gumdrops of her nipples pressing against his palms. It was her
turn to gasp through her nose as his thumbs and fingers found those stiff
little nubs, pinching and plucking, and rolling them between his thumbs and
forefingers.

After a few minutes of tit-play and knob-gobbling, he

withdrew his hands from her shirt, put them under her armpits, and lifted her
up to her feet. Grabbing her behind the head with one hand, he mashed his mouth
to hers, tongue pushing between her lips and teeth to tangle with her own. His
other hand dropped down to lift up under the short skirt, finding her already-wet
pussy in its red silk sheath. He stroked and massaged her sex through the silk,
locating and pressing the swollen bud of her clit. "Umm! Hmm!" she
moaned into his mouth, attacking his tongue in turn, hand returning to jerk and
stroke the hard flesh pole protruding from his pants.

He broke the kiss and pulled back a little. "I

think," he said huskily, Grace, I perceive that you re deeply bound with
unsated lust. It is common in these modern days, when we put off marriage until
we ve completed all our career plans and training. I confess that it is a
matter of deep reflection and prayer, myself.

Doesn t our creator  not design us this way? Is shame

an appropriate disposition, when we merely live out our maker s design?

He took hold of her shoulders and turned her to the desk,

pushing her down so that she was half bent over. As she held herself up on her
hands, he flicked her skirt up over her ass to rest on her lower back.

Your observations are meritous, Grace. It is the unsated

lusts that vex our souls, and obsess us dreadfully. The epistles do have a
practical solution, if we will devote ourselves to this design.

So, what do the scriptures tell us? Grace was stunned to

hear these honest inquiries of the scriptures, coming from her own lips.

God designs a perpetual mating solution. A covenant that

two craving souls pledge to each other. Their sexual desires are fully attended
to, with immediacy and to complete restoration of the sated state.

So, you talk of immediacy. Then why do couples have to plan

weddings for months? Why all the premarital counseling requirements? The
applying for marriage licenses, and all the thousands of dollars families
spend? Grace was full of cynical points.

Running his hand across her smooth, firm cheeks, he plucked

at the tiny string that issued from between her legs to join the equally tiny
string that encircled her waist. "Oh, yes," he breathed; Society and
government; and yes, even the church, creates obstacles to god s simple
designs. And I ll confess, I have succumb to those prescribes orthodoxies. I
now see that God wants us free to follow his way, even if society disapproves,
or shuns.

His palm glided tenderly over the tight skin of her rump.

"You must come to Jesus, child, and; repent;" He slapped her
on one cheek, a glancing blow; not hard, just enough to sting a little. But
Jesus alone, and not the structured rules of old theologians. Jesus is easy to
understand. Man s rules are confusing.

She bit her lip and looked back at him over her shoulder.

"Yes," she gasped breathily. "Yes, Pastor Greg; Show me the way;
bring me into the light."

He gave her another glancing slap on the other cheek, then

two more in quick succession. With each blow she jerked forward a little and
gasped. He ran his hand smoothly across her stinging ass, caressing, soothing.

Jesus, when asked about marriage; directs us to the

creation, the Garden of Eden, and how God brought the first couple to each
other. The first marriage happened by two people surrendering their bodies to
each other, with a mutual devotion to each other s expedient happiness and
pleasure, so they could return their attention to other goals, and
responsibilities. He said this as he slipped his hand down between her upper
thighs.

So it is a godly thing, to sated our carnal desires with

someone who shares a common lust? She said as she spread her legs slightly to
give him better access as he caressed her pussy through the now-sopping fabric
of the thong.

Not at all. God does not condone whoredom and wanton lechery.

Nor any arrangement which lacks commitment, lacks covenant dedication. he
continued as he slipped the fabric to one side, using his fingers to massage
and stroke the damp, smooth, delicate petals beneath.

You make it all seem so simple, Reverend. And I want to be

free of unsated lusts. Ever since I was in Junior High, I was shamed for
wanting to enjoy my desires. I used to love prayer, worship, and such. But this
issue made me so bitter, that I just felt rejected by God, and demon
possessed.

"You must be purged, your mind renewed. I am a soul

on a similar journey, dear Grace." he went on as his fingertips slowly
circled her engorged clit, "But we must also reject licentiousness, and
gratification outside of covenant. And we must never undermine the covenants of
others." Greg spoke resolutely, as he eased his thumb between her lips
and found the entrance to her cunt, "and lust," as he pushed
his thumb deep into her slick, tight tunnel.

In a moment; no, less than a moment of time; Grace s soul

found refuge. She found redemption and acceptance from a loving God. Grace
found grace and a bond to the man of God who rescued her troubled soul. She
realized that she didn t hate God at all. She hated the religious order that
suppressed her and shamed her.

I want to have this solution that you speak of, Greg. I m

willing to be safe from the vexing lusts, by surrendering my life to such a
covenant.

Grace, your visit, I sense; is an appointment with destiny.

My own eyes have been opened and I now see that I have been held captive by the
collective rules of church leaders, and not God s simplistic solutions. He
paused, then asked; Grace, I feel deeply compelled, drawn to covenant with
you. God is here with us, in this room. Will you enter this perpetual covenant
with me, to be my compatible mate and spouse? Regardless of the rules of
church, government, and society s reactions?

Whether it was a sexual climax, or an endowment by the Holy

Spirit, Grace and Greg might never know. Trembling, Grace simply said Yes.
Yes I will, Greg. I will give myself in covenant to you, and devote myself to
your desires satisfied. I pledge, before God, to love you and be your wife.
She smiled, then moved in to kiss him, in a full embrace. After perhaps a
minute, she broke away to catch her breath; What does God desire of us, now?

No more than what he desired of Isaac and Rebecca, when

they presented themselves to each other. They went to a place of privacy and
consummated, their bodies joining, as one. Greg resolved. Then he hugged Grace
and prayed aloud; God may it please you, as we make our covenant before you.
And we hold ourselves accountable to you, in keeping ourselves faithful to your
word, and our covenant.

Amen, Grace whispered in his ear. I am going to fuck a

preacher! she thought. Right in the church! The idea was so
deliciously  hot that she could already feel herself on the verge of
orgasm. "Yes, Pastor; yes; she gasped out. "Show me what I must
do."

Stepping around her, he pulled the thong string down to her

knees, and slid his cock between her legs, rubbing it back and forth in the
channel of her labia to lubricate it. She bent back farther, lying her back on
the oak desktop, then drawing her knees wide to give him a better access, and
held her legs to catch his throbbing rod and guide it. When he was situated at
the entrance to her hot, wet pussy, he said, "I pledge my body to you,
Grace. And to always be your faithful partner. To satisfy your needs and care
for you. I enter into covenant with you.

At the word "enter" he pushed forward, sliding

into her, like a hand slowly filling a glove. Oh, so big; she thought.
She hadn't expected him to be this big, or feel this good. She could feel her
muscles clenching around his thickness, gripping and holding it as it slid
home, adjusting to this invasion. It ratcheted up her arousal several more
notches, bringing her closer to her peak. She moved her hand forward a little
between her legs and started rubbing her bliss-button in rapid little circles. Just
a little more;

He shoved the t-shirt up, pushing it up onto her upper chest

to let her luscious globes bobble free underneath. Cupping one in his hand, he
began a slow but steady thrusting, powerful, deep, gradually picking up the
pace until he was pounding in and out of her at a good clip. For several
minutes there was no sound in the room but grunts, and groans, and the rhythmic
slapping of bodies as his abdomen met her ass on each stroke. He squeezed and
tweaked her nipple with the one hand and tangled her hair in a twist with the
other to give himself more leverage, drawing her head back and up.

Grace felt so delightfully clean. So pure and consecrated.

Her orgasm continued, Trembling her eyes rolled back and she was suddenly
conscious in a different realm. She was instantly conscious of her new place;
her new purpose, Her new calling. She became his wife in every eternal way that
matters.

 The sensations from his nipple-play shot like little

electric sparks on a wire connected directly to her cunny. It was joining and
enhancing and reinforcing the exquisite feelings that were emanating there,
from the slide and glide of his cock in and out of her tight walls; and her own
legs wrapped tightly around his ass. His cum blasted deep into her, to wash
through her entire body like liquid fire.

It happened like a tidal wave. A low moan began in her

throat, growing louder and higher in pitch; She d been confused by the
celestial revelation. The euphoria was spiritual. But another dimension was
upon her, now. Finally she screamed, "I'm; I'm cumming! I'm
cumming, Lord!" as her climax crashed over her, driving her
under, tumbling and tossing her about like a rag doll amid fierce breakers of
pleasure and euphoria.

Chest heaving, he sank lower on trembling arms that no longer

seemed strong enough to support himself. Greg s chest dropped down, into her
embrace. Understanding what had just happened, Pastor Greg slowed his
piston-thrusting, and slowed again, and at last he stopped, laying over, with
his rod buried deep, feeling the spasmodic clenching and contracting of her
vaginal walls.

Then he withdrew entirely, and she had a sudden pang of

loss, emptiness where a moment ago she had been full. He pulled her upright,
kissed her deeply, his tongue wrapped in her s. Taking a breath at last, and
whispered in her ear, "Are you set free? Free of the lust that vexed your
soul? Have all the evil, lustful, wicked demons been driven from you?" She
weakly nodded. "Ye; yes; yes, Greg," she managed to mumble around
sucking in great lungfuls of air. But I also see  a new and wonderful
bond. A bond of love and a place of peace. My mind is at peace, my body is
very, very well cared for; and my spirit is restored to God s fellowship.

God has impressed upon me, to do some things that may cause

some of our community and our church to question. Tonight I will lead a bible
study, in the sanctuary. Please go pack a bag an come back for the evening
study. Pastor Elmont is recovered enough to be in the office, this week, but he
asked me to take his place at the synod meetings. I will notify him of my need
to take the full week off.

Greg took a breath, then continued. Then we will leave town

for several days. We will meet with my seminary leader at the synod meetings,
and Let God speak to him about our covenant. The rest is in God s hands. Tell
your family that you were invited to a seminary vocations conference, one that
Rev. Greg recommended that you attend.

She sat on the wet desktop, as he detailed the plan God

illuminated for the couple. Then her leaned her back, coming to rest, again, on
the oak surface. He kissed her tits, enjoying their fullness and beauty. Then
he kissed her toned belly, impishly inserting his tongue into her sensitive
navel. Finally, he sank to her mound, and he softly kissed her lovely shaved
lips and softly caressed her clit with his tongue.

Giggling, she urged him to stop; Too much! She pleaded.

Greg, you are an amazing lover!

She dutifully did as instructed; this was something she knew

and now enjoyed so much more

While Greg respectfully backed away, Grace sat up and

smiled. She was glowing with happiness. Seeing his flaccid cock, she slipped
off the desk and sank to her knees. She gently took his phallus in one hand,
and wrapped her other hand under his plump round sack.

She kissed his crown, saying; You make me so happy; so

satisfied. You are so beautiful, so large, so manly! I will love giving my love
to you!

That evening, Greg s car arrived outside Grace s family

home. As Greg loaded her suitcase in the hatch, she got in the front passenger
seat.

They reviewed their plans on the way to the church, then she

sat on the front pew during the study of Mary and Joseph s relationship:

 The matters they kept

private,

the absence of any marriage

ceremony,

the divine guidance to suddenly

leave together,

and the higher purpose their

covenant marriage served.

Greg and Grace were the last to leave the sanctuary. After

locking up, they drove two hours, to the big city, then checked into a motel.

Monday morning Greg said Professor Allen agreed to meet that

morning for the matter Greg s email mentioned. 

At the campus, Greg invited Grace to a seat outside the

faculty office of Professor Allen. Greg began the private meeting with a prayer
for God s illuminating wisdom. After which Greg made his doctrinal and
scriptural case. Greg was not urging any broad policy changes to the
denomination s teachings, only that the church acknowledge the proper role of
seeking guidance of the Holy Spirit, when God does something uncommon, Like the
marriages of Isaac and Rebecca, Joseph and Mary, and several other cases.

He asked the synod to acknowledge the covenant of Greg and

Grace. 

And if your fellow ministers, your church leaders do not?

Then what? What will you do then. The professor inquired.

I will resign and follow God, making myself available to

his use in some other way he may delight. I will still respect this synod, but
sadly find myself unable to fit into the clergy requirements.

That, sir; is the only allowable answer I will respect.

Your marriage has to be so sacred that you are willing to throw away all your
degrees, your years of service, and your place of social fellowship. Your wife
must be above all of society.

Greg took a deep breath and exhaled in relief.

Greg, you were one of my most sincere and dedicated

seminarians. Your character is beyond reproach. I will speak to the bishop at
lunch. When we meet at 2pm, for Synod business, I ll let you know, briefly; if
it went well.

After the synod meeting, Greg went out to the foyer where

Grace was seated. A large group of the synod s most respected clergy
accompanied him, smiling.

Grace, my love; We are asked to become pastors of the Good

Shepherd church on the other side of the city.

Grace wrapped her arms around Greg and cried. Thank you

God! she whispered. Greg cried, too.

The Bishop came over and asked the couple to come join them

in the chapel, adjoining the administrative offices they were in.

The ministers and several of the seminary faculty all filtered

in, and the Bishop s wife sat at the organ, smiling as she sat.

The Bishop asked the couple to stand outside the chapel for

a bit, so others can get to their seats.

When everyone was seated, perhaps 150 or so, the Bishop in

his black suit and collar, made eye contact with his wife, seated at the organ,
off to the side of the platform. The Organ began Mendelssohn s Wedding March.
The Bishop walked in, Greg and Grace were to follow, her hand wrapped around
his arm. It was a consecration service, not a wedding ceremony. The Bishop had
a short message to the synod about how Only God can ordain. It is God s
anointing, and not a rite of man s invention. At times, God confounds our
systematic theologies, just as John the Baptist confounded the Levitical order.

The Bishop went on; My lovely wife, Alice, played a classic

hymn that we ve associated with the benediction of a wedding ceremony. This is
fitting, because we are merely acknowledging the marriage that God has already
consecrated.

Finally, the Bishop concluded; Let us pray..

He prayed for the couple and pledged his church s support of

their pastoral calling. After the Prayer, he announced; My brethren, Mister
and Missus, Greg  and Grace Newman.

The couple kissed, but only a simple, albeit lingering, lip

kiss. The organ once again played Mendelson s Wedding March as the two slowly
walked down the aisle. In the foyer, they greeted the ministers and professors,
plus any others who could come at a moment s notice to attend.

The bishop, lastly, handed Greg the papers of his

appointment to be the interim pastor of Good Shepherd church. He asked the
couple to be dismissed from the further synod meetings, so they could take a
couple days off. He said that on Thursday he would notify Pastor Elmont, and send
him a replacement.

Grace asked the bishop a special, personal favor; Could you

and your wife call my mother, to let her know that you conducted this
consecration service? I will call her early on Thursday morning, then; sometime
after 9am, It would help if you give her the details. My mother is a very, very
orthodox Christian. It will help her immensely. She regards your spiritual
leadership very much.

It will be our honor Alice enthusiastically offered. The

Bishop and I will inform her. I m also willing to follow up with her. If she
needs more spiritual clarity.

I must elaborate, again, Greg and grace; we provide our

best common wisdom and guidance in helping people enter marriage successfully.
But while some interpret this as a list of hard-fast rules; We only cite them
as best practices. We always want our clergy to listen to the guidance of the
Holy Spirit, and try to have God s heart for people seeking to honor him in
their lives.

Changing the conversation to other business, the Bishop

added; My office will notify the Redeemer Lutheran church board of your
appointment. Plan to meet the board at 7pm, Friday; with these papers. In my
heart, I feel you re the right servant for this flock. I expect your status to
change from interim, to a full permanent appointment, before Advent.

Based on a post by BurningMonkey, for Literotica.

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