Innocence and Grace

College girl finds faith - and other things.

Based on a post by BurningMonkey. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

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 décolleté 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 risqué 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 Mendelssohn'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.