Faith is belief in the unbelievable….the more unbelievable something is….the stronger Faith needs to be.



Lucy Holt had Faith; it was the only thing in her life that she did have in abundance. She was as God-fearing as anyone in Caleb County, a county renowned for its fear of the Almighty. She prayed every evening at the supper table with her parents, Seth and Annie, and every morning when she got out of bed. The Holts were one of many poor families eking out an existence on small farmsteads.



If Lucy Holt was devoted to the Lord she was also a dreamer with a sharp mind and vivid imagination. She lay in bed dreaming of grand parties, fine clothes and fine homes…a life that lay beyond the sunrise in the big city way off to the east…a place totally out of her reach. She prayed to break away from the farm and believed the Lord would one day answer her prayers. “The Lord will provide,” she said to herself over and over, “the Lord WILL provide!”



Everyone knew of Lucy’s dreams and most thought that’s all they would ever amount to but Lucy was determined to prove them wrong. She would live in the big city; she would wear fine clothes and go to fancy parties. The good Lord would guide her and she was prepared to do whatever it took.



The one bright spot in her dreary life was Sundays when she went to church with her parents. Reverend Phelps’ sermons were of the fire and brimstone variety and she sat transfixed and sometimes a little frightened by his warnings of the consequences of not abiding by the Lord’s will. She had listened to the Reverend all her life and believed every word. The Lord was to be feared and obeyed and the Reverend Phelps was his instrument here on earth. She never saw how the older men, as well as the local boys, would sneak lusting glances at her as she sat at the end of a pew. Although poor, the Holt’s always had enough to eat, never a surplus, but enough. Their mostly home-grown food was healthy and nutritious and the daily, rigorous exercise ensured a fit body. Now at eighteen, Lucy had grown into a very desirable young woman. She filled out her homemade dresses in all the right places and left little to the imagination of the riches that lay beneath. Her beauty had not escaped the piercing gray eyes of the Reverend and several months ago he’d decided she would be next.



After church she enjoyed the attention of the local boys and their clumsy flirtations. One Sunday as the boys gathered around she noticed her parents in a long discussion with Reverend Phelps. They came away looking well pleased with themselves and on the ride back to the farm told Lucy the news. The Reverend needed help with a few chores after church and wondered if Lucy would be available. The small amount of money he offered would certainly be useful and they readily accepted for her. He would even bring her home to the farm when her chores were done. Lucy was ambivalent; chores were chores whether at the farm or the Reverend’s house but maybe, just maybe, her parents might give her a little of what she earned for herself.



Reverend Phelps showed Lucy around his house where he lived alone. He was about sixty, tall and lean with a long, pointed nose and a pale, sickly complexion. He instructed Lucy on the work to be done in the various rooms and left her to get on with it. It was while she was on her hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor that she sensed he was there. She turned quickly and caught him staring. “I see you’re almost finished, I’ll get ready to take you home,” he stammered.



Over the next few Sunday’s she caught him staring at her whenever she was bent over. She knew he was looking at the behind and it gave her a sense of power she rarely felt and a strange tingle between her legs, the very same tingle she felt in bed when she allowed her hand to wander while dreaming her dreams.



Phelps came into the kitchen one Sunday and told Lucy the Lord had spoken to him and given him instructions. She was to continue scrubbing the floor and not look back. Not wanting to upset the Lord, she obeyed. As she scrubbed she heard the Reverend groan from time to time then he moaned loudly and quickly left the room. She was confused and a little fearful about what had just taken place but all seemed well and she continued to clean the floor; including the splatters of something the Reverend must have spilled. On the way home that night Phelps told Lucy that the Lord had chosen her and His plans included extra money, money she would not have to tell her parents about. The work might seem strange he explained, but it is His will and she must obey and never, ever, tell another soul. Lucy thought of the money, money that would be her very own! Maybe this is the Lord’s way of helping me get to the city and live the life she dreamed of she thought. She smiled and nodded in agreement as they pulled up to the Holt homestead. Phelps warned Lucy again that the Lord would be very angry with her if she ever told anyone of His plans for her, it must remain a secret.



The following Sunday Lucy and the Reverend were in the kitchen and as she went to fetch the bucket and scrub brush he stopped her. “That won’t be necessary today, Lucy but He does want you to get down on your hands and knees,” he said, casting his eyes to the heavens. “He has instructed me to anoint you with His fruit so don’t be afraid.”



Lucy was afraid; she was very afraid of upsetting the Lord and complied with Phelps’ instructions. The Reverend knelt behind Lucy and lifted up her dress. His bony hands roamed over her ass before pulling her underwear down. Lucy tensed and cried, “Oh, Reverend, please!”



“It’s alright my child, it’s the Lord’s will, don’t be afraid,” he calmed and placed an open bible on the small of her back.



As he slid a hand down between her cheeks, touching her bush ever so lightly, he began reading. Something touched her ass and soon she heard familiar groaning then something wet splashed onto her. The Reverend snapped the good book shut, cleaned off whatever had spilled onto her buttocks, replaced her underwear and straightened her dress.



“Very good, Lucy, the Lord is well pleased with our work tonight. We will continue His will next week, here is your money.” Lucy separated the extra money and clutched it tightly in her left hand.



After doing her chores the following week Phelps called Lucy into his study. He was sitting in a chair wearing only a robe. “Come here child, our Lord wants us to continue His work.” Lucy stood before him and he asked her to kneel. He opened his robe and Lucy cast her eyes on the Reverend’s erection. She gasped as he took hold of it and began to slide his hand up and down its shaft and over his balls. “The Lord wants you to do this,” he said in a whisper, “come and take hold of it.”



Lucy stared at the first cock she had ever seen.



Phelps spoke again, “Lucy, the Lord has instructed me to give you double your normal reward for doing this, now take hold of it.”



Her fear of the Lord and the thought of extra money, not to mention a growing curiosity, moved her between the Reverend’s legs. Her hands grasped his cock and with his instructions she began to masturbate him and fondle his balls. He ejaculated quickly onto his belly and Lucy’s hands. He gave her a damp cloth and she cleaned his cock, belly and finally her hands. As Phelps closed his robe he said, “Very good, Lucy, the Lord is pleased with your work, you brought forth his fruit. He has special plans for you, plans that will take you far in this world.”



She believed him and when she got home that night she counted her little stash of money over and over. When she thought of what she had done to the Reverend, for reasons she didn’t understand, her hand drifted down between her legs.



After dropping Lucy at the farm Phelps pondered his progress. She is coming along nicely, quicker than most but there’s no need to rush things.



For the next five Sundays the routine was repeated, Lucy would masturbate the Reverend and clean him afterward. She learned quickly how he liked to be jerked off and watched with delight as her growing experience caused powerful ejaculations. She played a game with herself, trying to get his sperm to shoot higher each week. On week five she watched with a feeling of accomplishment as cum splashed onto his chin and cheek.



After church the following week Lucy had been jerking Phelps for only a minute or so when he said, “Lucy, it’s time to move on with the Lord’s plan for you. He wants you to bare your breasts and wrap them around my shaft. They are His creation for nurturing and to bring forth His fruit.” She felt embarrassed as she removed her top and exposed her ample bosom to the Reverend but dreams propelled her onward. The Reverend leered at Lucy’s young, firm breasts and instructed her how to use them on his cock. Cum splashed onto her neck and a small amount hit the left corner of her mouth. She looked at the Reverend, smiled and licked it up. Yes, she will make me a pretty penny he thought and it won’t be long now. After she had cleaned Phelps and herself with the damp cloth that was always beside the chair they both stood. He could not resist mauling her tits and pinching her nipples before allowing her to get dressed.



Over the following few Sundays Lucy masturbated the Reverend with hands and tits and tasted more of his cum. She now had more money than she had ever seen and her dreams seemed to be moving closer and closer to becoming reality. The Reverend felt she was almost ready, just one more step to take and then Cyrus Oaks would take over.



Lucy was alternating jerking Phelps’ cock with her hands and tits when the Reverend said, “Lucy, my dear, you have tasted the Lord’s fruit, he wants you to fill your mouth with it and swallow his blessing. She was told what to do and Phelps closed his eyes as her sweet lips closed over the head of his cock. “Yes, that’s it; take more into your mouth. Up and down, up and down, lick around the tip, ooh yes that’s it.” The Reverend shot his wad and Lucy swallowed all of it. He told Lucy that the Lord was especially pleased with her tonight and gave her extra money.



When Lucy finished her chores the following Sunday she went into the Reverend’s study as usual but found he was no alone. Cyrus Oaks, the richest man in the county, was sitting in a chair beside Phelps. She noticed that both men were wearing robes.



“Lucy, this is Mr. Oaks, he is here to see you. He needs someone to do chores on Sundays after church as you have been doing for me. The Lord wanted me to pay you twice as much for the excellent work you do but I’m just a poor minister. Mr. Oaks came along looking for someone; it is indeed Divine Providence that brought him to me. It is God’s will that you work for him. He will pay you what the Lord demands and your parents have already approved of this arrangement. Mr. Oaks will take you to his estate after church next Sunday and, of course, deliver you home once your work is done.”



Everyone knew Cyrus Oaks, Lucy saw him every Sunday in church. He would come in last and take his place in the first row of pews alongside the mayor, the magistrate, the doctor, the Sherriff and their wives.



Lucy looked back and forth from the Reverend to Oaks taking in the information.



She would carry on the Lord’s work for twice the pay. Her parents would be happy and her nest egg would grow even quicker. “Very well, Reverend Phelps, I will be happy to do the Lord’s will for Mr. Oaks, thank you, Sir.”



“Good girl, now come here and show Mr. Oaks how well you work,” Phelps opened his robe and his hard cock sprang into view. “Mr. Oaks will continue the Lord’s work with you next week but tonight you will show him what our Lord has taught you so far.”



She hesitated for a moment before kneeling between Phelps’ legs and baring her breasts. Oaks watched as she masturbated the Reverend and fondled his balls then placed his cock between her tits and finally in her mouth. Sperm splashed down her throat as Phelps bucked his hips violently. Lucy cleaned him and continued to fondle his crotch.



“Lucy, I’m sure Mr. Oaks wants to feel what the Lord has seen fit to bless upon you and I trust you’re grateful for his grace,” the Reverend said a little out of breathe.



“Oh yes, Reverend, I’m very grateful, I give thanks to Him everyday.”



Cyrus Oaks was about the same age as Phelps but taller and heavier. He was virtually bald and his round face had a permanent smile, although some folks said it was a sneer. The girth of his belly attested to his wealth and his hands were big and fleshy.



As Lucy knelt, Oaks opened his robe. Her eyes opened wide when she saw Oaks’ cock. It was much longer and thicker than the Reverend’s and his balls were twice the size. She tentatively reached out and held it with one hand and caressed his balls with the other. She was amazed at its size and hardness and as she pulled down the foreskin, the huge, blood engorged, head came into view. She moved her tits around his dick and bent her head to accept it into her mouth on the upstroke. She gagged and choked on its size and clamped a hand around it to limit the amount that entered her mouth.



“Deeper girl, take it deeper,” panted Oaks and the Reverend came over and stood behind her.



“You must get used to the size Lucy, it’s a test, remember it is His will,” Phelps said and took hold of her hands and held them behind her back. Oaks now bucked deeper into Lucy’s mouth causing her to gag, saliva ran down his cock and onto his balls. As his thrusts became faster he held her head down on his erection with his huge hands and shot a torrent of cum down her throat. When he let her head loose Lucy fell to the floor choking. The men regained their composure and helped Lucy into a chair. The Reverend brought her a glass of water and spoke as she drank. “Sometimes He gives us difficult tasks that are meant to test our Faith. You passed that test tonight Lucy and He is well pleased.”



“Thank you, Reverend,” she replied regaining her breath. The amount of money he placed into her hand more than compensated for the few minutes of discomfort and she smiled as her fingers closed around it.



When Lucy had left the room, Oaks and the Reverend dressed and Phelps prepared a glass of bourbon for both of them. “You have an uncanny knack of picking the right ones Phelps. I hope her pussy and ass are as accommodating as her mouth. I trust you haven’t been there?” Oaks said as he stared into the amber liquid before emptying his glass.



“No Sir, Mr. Oaks, as usual that will be your privilege.”



“Good,” replied Oaks with a smile, or was it a sneer, “you will, of course, have your chance at the appropriate time.”



“Thank you Sir, I shall look forward to it.”



Oaks reached into his pocket and handed Phelps a fistful of bills, “The power of the Lord at work again, Phelps,” he said and left the room.



In bed that night Lucy counted her growing stash of coins and bills and felt satisfied. The Lord’s plan was moving her ever closer to her dreams and she was determined to see it through. She thought of Oaks’ big cock and what she had done and, almost involuntarily, her hand found her pussy. She was wet and it felt good to move her fingers around, especially onto the little nub at the top and soon she was overcome with a feeling that caused her to squeeze her legs together and emit a muffled cry of pleasure. The fact that the Reverend and Oaks were old men did not bother her. Her focus was the Lord’s plan and the money which would get her to the big city. She even enjoyed playing with their dicks and feeling the Lord’s hot fruit splash down her throat, it gave her a sense of control over them and she liked that.



Cyrus Oaks took Lucy to his grand house after church the following Sunday and introduced her to Mrs. Stone, his housekeeper. She had come to work for Oaks thirteen years ago from the big city that Lucy dreamed of and was the only other occupant of the sprawling home. A woman of about 50, she was a little on the plump side but not unattractive. Her kindly, smiling face and warm eyes were surrounded by a profusion of jet black hair. Her most striking feature, however, was her expansive bosom. It seemed to be determined to burst the buttons on her dress and gave the appearance that she might topple over at any second. Lucy was in awe of her surroundings, never had she seen such beautiful things; furniture, vases, paintings, everything was just perfect. “This is what I want,” she thought, “this is surely the Lord’s plan for me; it’s just a matter of time.”



“There won’t be any chores for you today, Lucy. Mrs. Stone will show you what your duties will be then we must get on with the Lord’s work for you. Now get along and I will see you shortly,” Oaks said in a business-like manner.



Mrs. Stone gave Lucy instructions on her duties as they toured the house ending at the door of Oaks’ study. Mrs. Stone tapped on the heavy wooden door and Oaks called out, “Come.”



The study was large with more books than Lucy had ever seen filling shelves along the walls. A heavily carved desk took pride of place and was surrounded be several hardback chairs. At the far side of the study were more chairs in front of a large bay window with stained glass. Oaks sat in one of these chairs dressed in a black silk robe, a bulge of anticipation already evident between his legs. “The Lord’s work must continue, Lucy. Mrs. Stone is here to help, you can learn much from her so be observant. He gave a nod toward his housekeeper and she proceeded to unbutton her top.



“C’mon Lucy, let’s have your top off,” Mrs. Stone said smiling.



The two women bared their breasts; Mrs. Stone’s massive tits hung low but were full and topped with large, dark areoles and nipples, Lucy’s large breasts were firm and jutted out proudly, pink areoles and nipples perfectly placed. Oaks stared at them for a while before he motioned them to kneel beside him. Mrs. Stone opened the robe and Oaks’ big, semi-hard cock was exposed. The housekeeper caressed and stroked it, played with the head and tip and fondled his nuts. Lucy watched intently as the housekeeper’s experienced hands brought Oaks’ cock to full erection.



“Now you do it, dear,” Mrs. Stone said and Lucy copied what she had just seen and the housekeeper gave tips on speed and just how to tease the base of the head and piss hole. Next their tits and mouths were used, Lucy learned quickly and enjoyed the teasing and ejaculation-delaying techniques Mrs. Stone was so good at. Of particular interest to Lucy was her deep-throat abilities and she watched carefully as Mrs. Stone devoured the entire length of Oaks’ dick. Lucy’s turn came and with guidance, she began to take more of the cock without gagging. This first session ended with Lucy sucking Oaks as Mrs. Stone jerked the base of his dick and squeezed his balls. His giant load was shared by both women as it splashed all over them; they stood and fondled his softening cock, leaning over so he could maul their tits.



On their way to the kitchen Mrs. Stone told Lucy that the Lord had been kind to Mr. Oaks. He had bestowed wealth upon him, wealth that Lucy could accumulate if she stayed on the path the Lord had planned for her. The Almighty had also seen fit to bless Mr. Oaks with a beautiful big shaft that held a lot of fruit. “Mr. Oaks will always give you a lot of fruit and you should be prepared for this, it might take two or three swallows but he likes you to take all of it and continue to suck him and gently squeeze his balls until he is soft. Next week we will continue and you will discover new pleasures the Lord has for you but for now, let’s clean up.” They stood at the sink and Mrs. Stone filled a basin with hot water. “It will be easier if I do it,” she said and lathered her hands then washed Lucy’s tits. The housekeeper’s attentions caused

Lucy’s nipples to harden and Mrs. Stone concentrated on them. “Do mine,” she said in a half whisper and Lucy soaped her hands and applied them to the pendulous breasts. Lucy was drawn to the huge, dark nipples and tweaked them until they were fully erect. The housekeeper pulled Lucy close and their soapy tits rubbed against one another. Both women were very aroused; Mrs. Stone grabbed a towel and hurriedly wiped Lucy’s breasts then her own. “Come with me my dear,” she said and led Lucy out of the kitchen and up the stairs. “This is my room, we won’t be disturbed here.”



“This is your room?” Lucy said as she scanned the fine furnishings and large, comfortable-looking bed.



“Yes, Mr. Oaks is very generous if you work hard and please him, you should remember that, young lady.”



“I will, I surely will, Mrs. Stone,” Lucy responded.



“Take off your clothes and lie on the bed, I want to see the rest of your body. Reverend Phelps has given me instructions on where the Lord wants to take you.” Lucy removed her clothes without protest and Mrs. Stone did the same. The housekeeper lay beside Lucy and fondled her firm breasts then rolled on top of her. Their breasts pressed into one another as Mrs. Stone kissed Lucy full on the lips. Lucy responded to the probing tongue and opened her mouth. She felt that tingle between her legs as Mrs. Stone moved down to her tits and sucked hard on her nipples. The housekeeper’s tongue snaked down past Lucy’s navel, onto her bush and finally, her wet slit. Lucy writhed with pleasure as the expert tongue flicked and danced between her legs, teasing that very spot she had found in her own bed. She cried out as an orgasm overtook her. The housekeeper knelt over Lucy and lowered her hairy cunt onto the girl’s face. She moved her hips around while one hand reached back and fingered the virgin pussy. Lucy slid her tongue into the wet slit of the housekeeper and tasted pussy for the first time. “Squeeze my tits,” the housekeeper panted and the girl pawed the huge mounds of flesh and pulled on the bullet-like nipples. Moving to a sixty-nine, Mrs. Stone once again buried her face in Lucy’s pussy. Lucy looked up at the pink slit surrounded by a bush of dark hair and spread the lips before using her tongue again. After a while Mrs. Stone rolled over and Lucy got on top. The housekeeper teased Lucy’s clit with her fingers and thought of Mr. Oaks’ hard cock forcing its way into this virgin hole. She had seen it happen before and it always turned her on. Both women reached orgasm and afterwards Mrs. Stone reported to Oaks that Lucy was ripe to be picked…it was almost time.



The Sunday afternoons continued with much the same pattern for the next few weeks. Lucy and Mrs. Stone would bring Oaks to orgasm as he sat in his chair then the women would enjoy each other in the housekeeper’s bedroom. Lucy would ask about life in the big city and Mrs. Stone regaled her with many exciting stories.



Cyrus Oaks paid a visited the Holt farm one Wednesday evening. He was welcomed by the Holts and the foursome sat around the kitchen table. “I have a proposition to put to you,” Oaks started. “Mrs. Stone has reported that Lucy is a very good worker and I do have more work for her than Sunday afternoon allows. I would like Lucy to work full time for me and stay at the house. I’m prepared to offer you one of my men, on a full time basis at no expense to you, for as long as young Lucy works for me. She will receive a decent wage and a working education that should hold her in good stead for the future.”



The Holts looked at one another and couldn’t believe their luck, a hired hand at no charge and Lucy in a full time job. Lucy only thought of the money and the big city drawing ever closer. She packed her few belongings and Cyrus Oaks took her back to his estate. Mrs. Stone helped Lucy with a new wardrobe and other essentials from the little stores in town then it was back to the Oaks estate where she was installed in a room at the end of the hall, opposite the housekeeper’s.



Lucy was kept busy with her daily chores but found it well within her capabilities and much easier than farm chores. She continued to pray every morning when she got out of bed and every evening with Mrs. Stone at supper. She would service Oaks occasionally during the week and always after church on Sundays. After she brought forth the Lord’s fruit, Oaks would pick up his bible and read several passages while she continued to suck his dick and fondle his nuts. She liked playing with his big, hard cock and had acquired a taste for the hot, salty fruit. Afterwards she would go to Mrs. Stone’s room to be given instruction on the finer points of being a lady in the presence of rich, educated gentlemen. The evening ended with them on the bed, naked.



One afternoon Mrs. Stone told Lucy to bathe and come to her room. When she arrived she found Oaks there and at first thought she had done something wrong. “Come in, Lucy, we must continue your education but first, let us pray.”



As Oaks began, Lucy bowed her head and noticed the bulge in his pants. The women disrobed and Oaks fondled them. Mrs. Stone undid his pants and jerked his erection. “On the bed with you,” he ordered and the housekeeper guided Lucy into a sixty-nine position with Lucy on top. Oaks removed the rest of his clothes, sat in a chair and stroked his dick as he watched the women. After some time he stood and felt Lucy’s firm, round ass and gave each buttock a few playful smacks. His fat fingers found her wet slit as the housekeeper’s tongue lapped her clit. “I do believe she is ready, Mrs. Stone, prepare her.”



She rolled Lucy onto her back and positioned her ass at the edge of the bed. The housekeeper knelt beside Oaks and sucked his huge erection as he worked his fingers in and out of Lucy’s highly aroused vagina. Lucy squirmed against the fingers and watched Mrs. Stone skilfully and enthusiastically, suck dick. Oaks probed deeper with his middle finger and felt the resistance of Lucy’s hymen. His experience had taught him to deflower virgins with a finger rather than his big knob. It caused less discomfort yet still provided a nice tight first fuck. He pushed harder and was through, causing Lucy to suck in breath through her teeth. Mrs. Stone held his prick and rubbed it over Lucy’s labia, lubricating it with pussy juice. He was becoming very excited and felt blood throbbing in his shaft. Mrs. Stone climbed on the bed and lifted Lucy’s head and shoulders, “You’ll want to see the first time, the Lord is about to bless you my Dear.”



Lucy gazed down as the huge dick nudged her pussy lips apart and moved in an inch or two. Oaks had done this many times before and patiently worked his cock deeper. Whenever he felt Lucy tense he would back off a little allowing her to adjust to him. He was now deep inside her and remained still; Lucy could feel his cock throbbing and it began to feel good. Oaks sensed this and moved back and forth, slowly at first but gradually his strokes lengthened until he was giving it to her in long, deep thrusts. There was no turning back; he was far too aroused, as he always was when he fucked a virgin. If it hurt Lucy a little it was the Lord’s will, he was meant to be the first inside her and he would fuck her a lot more before he was done with her. Both he and Lucy screamed as he shot a load of hot cum into the tight pussy. He stood red-faced and panting as he withdrew and spread her lips to watch his cum run down onto the bed. Mrs. Stone’s tongue replaced the cock as Oaks climbed on the bed, his dick finding Lucy’s mouth as he pawed her tits. Oaks seemed satisfied and picked up his clothes and left the room. The housekeeper comforted Lucy who had come through the ordeal better than most and gave her lots of encouragement. “Next time will be better, now let’s get you cleaned up,” she said.



Lucy was a little sore but Oaks had been generous with his money and she counted it before slipping into bed. “Dear Lord, thank you for helping me,” she said before falling asleep very contented.



After church Lucy bathed and, dressed only in her robe, knocked on the door to the study. She entered on Oaks’ reply and found him sitting in a big armchair, naked. “Come here and sit on my lap,” he said. Lucy let her robe drop to the floor and saw his cock begin to grow as she walked over to him. She sat on his lap, his cock now hard and sticking up between her legs. He mauled and kissed her tits, biting and sucking the nipples. Lucy gently rubbed the head of his dick and felt precum lubricate her fingers. Spreading her legs, he played with her pussy until his fingers were wet. “Sit on my cock, Lucy, the Lord has another gift for you.” She knelt facing him and he guided his erection to her pussy lips then grabbed her ass and pulled her down onto him. His hard cock touched her in new places and soon, thrilling sensations pulsed through her body. “Fuck my dick; squeeze it with that tight pussy. Yes Lucy, that’s it, that’s it,” Oaks panted. Lucy didn’t understand everything he was saying but it was exciting and she bounced up and down wildly as her buried his face in her tits. His cock made sounds like a boot being pulled out of mud and she felt his knob swell as he got harder. He suddenly pulled out and instructed Lucy to change position. She knelt on the chair and he stood behind her staring at her lovely ass and gaping, wet pussy lips. He mauled her buttocks and plunged his fingers into her while jerking his super hard erection. Pulling the foreskin back and holding the shaft tightly, he watched as the head of his dick swelled with blood. He teased her by pushing his knob just inside her lips then withdrawing, she began to push back but he still controlled how much cock he gave her. She began to whimper, “Please, give it to me, give it to me, please!” He pulled out and jerked his cock until it could get no harder then plunged into her. Lucy screamed with pleasure and they fucked wildly until Oaks exploded. Lucy turned and sucked his cock while he squeezed her nipples.



That night Oaks and Mrs Stone discussed Lucy’s progress. “I do believe she is ready for the next step. Let’s make it Wednesday evening”, Mrs. Stone.”



“Yes Sir, I know what to do. Reverend Phelps always knows which ones to choose, which ones will like to fuck like a rabbit.”



“A gift from God, Mrs. Stone…a gift from God,” Oaks replied with satisfaction.



They both chuckled as Oaks undid his housekeeper’s blouse, exposing her tits and she slid her hand down to the bulge in his pants.



Mrs. Stone and Lucy made their way to the bathroom after supper on Wednesday.



The housekeeper had informed Lucy that the Mr. Oaks was to introduce her to another one of the Lord’s gifts. As Lucy stripped, a container of warm, soapy water was prepared and Mrs. Stone helped Lucy use it. The small hose was inserted into Lucy’s puckered little anus and she was flushed. She bathed and went directly to Mrs. Stone’s bedroom as instructed. She knocked and went in. Oaks was standing naked, Mrs. Stone’s mouth working vigorously on his hard dick. She stood beside Oaks and he fondled her tits then told her to bend over with her hands on the floor. He caressed and gently tapped her buttocks before sliding his hand down the crack and onto her asshole. He teased it for a while then forced a finger just inside. Mrs. Stone felt his cock twitch and understood why, he had been the first to invade her pussy and tonight he would be the first to fuck her tight, hot ass. They moved to the bed and Lucy was positioned on all fours. Oaks entered her pussy and thrust back and forth. Mrs. Stone applied lubricant to her fingers and worked them over Lucy’s ass before inserting a finger. Lucy gave little resistance and the housekeeper looked up at Oaks and smiled then a second finger joined the first. Oaks withdrew and Mrs. Stone smeared lubricant over his erection. She directed his knob onto the virgin asshole; he held Lucy’s hips and pushed his bulbous knob in. Lucy let out a cry but Oaks held firm and pushed in further. Lucy was both scared and excited, strange feelings shot through her body and her muscles gradually began to relax and accept the thick shaft probing deeper into her anus. Oaks felt her relax and began moving back and forth. Mrs. Stone teased Lucy’s clit and finger fucked her as she watched Oaks pound Lucy’s ass. His face turned bright red and Mrs. Stone knew he was about to cum. His strokes became short and fast then he groaned loudly and deposited sperm deep in Lucy’s ass. Lucy felt the hot cum spurt and a tingle raced through her body causing her to cry, “Oh Lord, dear Lord, Ooh, ooh, ooh!” Oaks, as usual, left the room quickly, leaving Mrs. Stone to continue fondling Lucy. “You did just fine, the Lord is very proud of you,” Mrs. Stone whispered into Lucy’s ear as she thumbed her clit and lazily probed her pussy with three fingers.



Lucy felt Oaks’ cock in her mouth, pussy and finally, her ass after church on Sunday and again on Tuesday and Friday. Every session began with a reading from the good book. Lucy lay on the bed with her legs spread wide apart and Oaks would kneel and open the bible on her pussy and as he read he rubbed it back and forth. He seemed hornier than normal and would frequently have Lucy jerk or suck his cock whenever they happened to be in the same room, not that he ejaculated mind, just for a little while. He liked to bend her over, lift her dress, pull her underwear down and rub his hard dick along her pussy lips and over her ass. This would get Lucy so aroused she would go to her room and masturbate.



Phelps delivered the sermon with his usual gusto and afterwards Lucy went home for a visit with her parents. She was to be back at the Oaks residence at 6:00pm and her father agreed to take her. Her parents were happy; Oaks’ man was a good worker and had made their lives easier. On the way back, Lucy told her father she had almost enough money to make her move to the city.



Lucy finished bathing and met Mrs. Stone in the hallway. “I thought the Reverend’s sermon was particularly good today,” she said.



“Yes, Ma’am,” Lucy replied.



“Remember what he said about accepting all the gifts the Lord has seen fit to grace us with. If you please him I feel sure your dreams and prayers of living in the big city will be answered. Be at the study in one hour and put these on,” the housekeeper handed Lucy a small bundle.



Lucy sat on her bed full of excitement. Her savings had grown and she was impatient to leave, perhaps today the Lord would finally make it happen. She fussed with her hair and applied a little make-up and perfume as Mrs. Stone had shown her. Her attention moved to the bundle and she separated the items. There was a pair of silk stockings, a corset and a pair of lacy underwear all in black. Lucy ran her hands over the material; she had never touched anything so fine before. She quickly put them on and stood in front of the mirror. The corset rested below her ample breasts and pushed them up and out. She attached the stockings to the suspenders and caressed her thighs, the luxurious silk made her feel sexy and when she put on the underwear she discovered they were open at the crotch. She looked at herself in the mirror, slid a hand down between her legs and rubbed her wet pussy while the other one played with her tits.



“Come,” boomed Oaks and Lucy opened the door to the study and was met by Oaks who was naked and sporting a full erection. He ogled her for a moment and commented on how desirable she looked in her outfit as he stroked his cock. The room was lit by candles and he led her over to the bay window. Several naked men sat on chairs in a semi-circle stroking their erections. On the floor in front of them were large cushions and as Lucy’s eyes adjusted to the candlelight she saw Mrs. Stone laying on them with a large man thrusting into her. He stopped when he saw her and climbed off the housekeeper, his big cock glistening with pussy juice in the candlelight. Lucy recognised him as the county magistrate then she noticed Reverend Phelps, his bony hand stroking his cock as he stared at her lecherously. Her eyes scanned each chair and she was reminded of the front row of pews in church. There was Sherriff Cade, Doc Walthrop and Mayor Hubley.



“The Lord has seen fit to bring these fine, God-fearing gentlemen here tonight to help you, Lucy. If you please them the reward will be enough to see you all the way to the city. Mrs. Stone is going there next week and you could accompany her,” Oaks told her softly.



Lucy felt a rush of excitement at the thought of actually being in the city in one week. Oaks led her in front of the chairs as Mrs. Stone grabbed her robe and left the study. Oaks and the magistrate sat in their chairs and Lucy glanced from one to the next. She felt their eyes burn into her as they played with themselves then Oaks said, “Lucy, my Dear, play with your lovely breasts.”



Lucy cupped her hands onto her tits, squeezing and jiggling them, pulling and pinching the nipples to erection. On Oaks’ instruction she turned away from them, bent over and fingered her pussy. Her employer sat in the end chair on Lucy’s left and he beckoned her to him. She bent over and sucked his dick briefly then was passed on to the next chair. The Reverend sat in the last chair and after she had sucked his cock Oaks told her to lie on the cushions. Oaks went first and fucked Lucy for a few minutes followed by the other five men. She was then gang fucked for two hours, cocks entered her pussy, ass and mouth as her hands jerked others until the men were spent. She lay on the cushions, cum filled all of her holes and was splattered over her body. The men sat back in their chairs as their cocks became limp and stared down at her. All except for the Reverend that is, Lucy noticed his cock hardening again.



“Ready to give her another fucking I see, Reverend,” chuckled the Mayor and with that, Phelps lifted his bony frame out of the chair and climbed on top of Lucy. His dick slid easily into her cum-filled cunt and he banged away for a while before turning her over and fucking her in the ass until he came again.



“Time for brandy I think gentlemen,” Oaks declared, “Lucy, you may leave us.” He handed her an envelope and she left the study and hurried along to the bathroom. She sat on the edge of the bathtub and fumbled in her excitement to open the envelope. It was more money than she had ever seen and she fell onto her knees and tearfully thanked the Lord for his kindness.



So it was all set. Lucy would accompany Mrs. Stone to the city on Thursday. She said farewell to her parents who were pleased she was finally realising her dream and boarded the train at precisely 1:30 in the afternoon. The journey took a full thirty hours and as Lucy left the noise and bustle of the station, she entered the noise and bustle of the big city street. She had never seen so many people or buildings so tall, it was all she had dreamt it to be.



A Mr. Kovic met them outside the station and led them to his carriage. As they made their way through the busy city Lucy gazed in wonder at the throngs of people, street merchants and sheer liveliness of the place compared to Caleb County. The carriage pulled up outside an impressive brownstone building. Two stone pillars at the bottom of a wide set of steps led up to a massive wooden door. Bronze plaques on the pillars were engraved with, ’137 GRANGE’ and below, ‘PRIVATE.’ Kovic took the baggage, climbed the stairs and knocked heavily on the door. A small square opened in the door then a few seconds later the entire door opened up.



“Hi Grace, nice to see you again, and who is this you have with you?” an attractive, ginger haired lady asked.



“This is Lucy Holt. Lucy say hello to Millie McDowell,” Mrs. Stone replied with a happy voice. Millie runs this place and it’s where you’ll be staying for the time being.”

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