Grace, a young Christian girl, finds out a lot of what she believed to be true was a lie.
I met Grace on a bright, sunny summer day on a trip to the great northern spaces. As I exited the float plane onto the resort dock, her father, mother, and two brothers greeted me. The family was genuinely excited to welcome their guests, and smiles abounded. Then Grace stepped out of the pack, and my jaw dropped; six foot tall, with a slender build, a beautiful face, and a glowing smile.
“Hi, I’m Grace. It’s so nice to have you here for the week,” she exclaimed.
“Hello, my name is Ted; it’s great to be here,” I replied, captivated by her angelic face.
“You can grab some breakfast in the lodge, and my brothers and I will bring your bags to your cabin,” she happily offered.
As I headed to the lodge, I looked back and examined that beautiful athletic body; every curve was evident in her tight shorts and T-shirt. She didn’t appear to have much in the breast department, but I believe she was the total package.
After her mother, Annie, served us breakfast, we were assigned a guide for the day, and I was given her brother, Aden. I grabbed my gear, headed to the dock, and loaded it into Aden’s boat. It was then I noticed Grace climbing into a boat with two guests. “Shit,” I thought, jealous I missed an opportunity to spend the day getting to know her. I spent the morning asking Aden about himself and his family but focused most of my attention on Grace.
Grace was just twenty, graduating from a Christian college in the east, and the oldest sibling. I found out that the family was very religious and conservative, and I gathered from our conversation that Grace didn’t have a boyfriend and was still a virgin. Aden did more than give me enough information on Grace and the family to form a complete picture of the family. Aden’s dad, Russel, and his brothers had bought the lodge from a family member, and everyone worked there every summer. Grace and her brothers started coming to the resort when they were young and grew up there.
It was lunchtime, so we headed back to the lodge. While seated in the dining hall, Russel’s wife, Annie, came to my table and started talking. Annie gave me a brief lodge history and area history, and I told her about myself.
“I’m a building contractor in Arizona and Colorado and needed a break, so here I am,” I informed her.
Annie’s eyes grew wide, and an expression of hope filled her face.
“OH! Really,” she said excitedly.
“Yes, I’ve owned my own business for about ten years,” I offered.
Annie went on to explain that one of their cabins at the lodge and an outpost camp had burned down last fall. They finally got an approved insurance claim and permits from the government to rebuild, but they couldn’t find a contractor to do the work at a fair price.
“That’s terrible,” I said, concerned for their plight.
“You wouldn’t have time to help us, would you?” she asked pleadingly.
I was stunned by the sudden request and didn’t answer her immediately. I had a break from work back home, and looking at the cabins, I realized it would be an easy build.
“You don’t have to answer me now. Let me have Russel discuss it with you,” She insisted.
“Umm, sure, we can discuss it,” I offered hopefully.
“Wonderful!” Annie exclaimed before heading off to the kitchen.
Annie must have told the whole family about it because Grace, Aden, and the entire family kept smiling at me and waving every time they saw me. My first day was ending as I sat in my cabin, reading and listening to the waves crash on the shore. I was about to shower when I heard a soft knock at my door. I opened it, and there stood Grace. I nearly fell over.
“Well, hello, Grace, come on in,” I offered.
“Thanks, Mr. Miller, but my dad was wondering if you had a few moments to talk,” She asked sweetly without stepping inside.
“Yeah, sure. I can spare some time. Let me put on my shoes,” I replied.
“He’s in his office in the back of the game room,” she informed me.
And with that, she turned and left, much to my chagrin. I walked down to the lodge and found Russel’s office. I knocked, and a voice told me.
“Please come in and have a seat.”
I entered the office and found Russel sitting behind a desk, but to my surprise, Grace was in a chair on the side. She had an edgy, somewhat concerned look, and I offered her a soft smile as I sat down.
“Thanks for coming, Ted. I appreciate it.”
“No problem at all, Russel,” I replied.”
Russel explained the issues he faced due to two cabins being short for the season and the financial impact that had on the business. He explained that he searched for a company to build the cabins for two months but had yet to find a way. He said he had considered building them himself, with the help of his family, but was still determining if they could complete it.
“I have all the material at the float plane base ready to be delivered,” he finished.
“I understand. If I agree to help you, do you have people to help me with the project?” I asked as I began to consider it.
“Well, that’s the thing. I need the boys to guide and do the tough chores around here, and I’m flying supplies and people around all day,” he responded.
“Well, that makes it tough. I’d need at least one good set of strong hands to help,” I said firmly.
For a moment, there was silence. I looked at Russel, and he looked at Grace. She had her hands folded in her lap, staring at her shoes. Then suddenly, she spoke softly,
“If you allow me, Mr. Miller, I’ll help you build the cabins. I’m strong, and I want to learn construction. If you teach me, I’ll obey your every order, I promise.”
“She’s as strong as the boys and every bit as hard of a worker,” Russel proudly exclaimed.
I had to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming. Grace wanted to work side by side with me. I started figuring out how long it might take,
“It could take up to eight weeks, Russel,” I pointed out.
“It takes what it takes, Ted. God will decide that,” He replied.
“OK, let me call home and make some arrangements. If it goes well, I can start when you get the materials on-site,” I said, accepting the job.
“I’ll need to see what you have for tools?” I asked hesitantly.
Grace lifted her head, and a broad smile grew on her face,
“I’ll take you to the tool shed tomorrow after breakfast, and you pick out what we need, Mr. Miller,” she said excitedly.
“Ok, but you can call me Ted, don’t be so formal,” I chuckled.
“Yes sir, I will,” she replied.
“Don’t worry, Ted. I told her she’d better listen to you, and you have my permission to take her to the woodshed if she doesn’t do as she’s told. But she was raised right and always does the right thing,” Russel replied.
I tried to hide my glee as I replied,
“Yes, I’m sure she’s a fine young woman, and she’ll do fine.”
“Great, I’ll haul the material for the main camp cabin here tomorrow, and we’ll get started,” A very pleased Russel responded.
I returned to my cabin and had visions of a nude Grace swimming in the lake after a long day of work, her tan body glistening in the sun as she dried off. I fell asleep that night thinking of us becoming intimate. When I awoke, I realized I was crazy to think a young woman from a Christian family would get busy with one of the guests, so I put it out of my head.
I walked down to the dining room and sat at an open table, and I was immediately struck by how the family responded to me. Annie came over hugged me around the shoulders, and thanked me for helping her family. Then the boys came over and shook my hand and thanked me. And finally, Grace entered the room wearing a cropped white T-shirt, a white sports bra under it, and a pair of thin white cotton shorts. I had to peel my eyes away from her. Shit, she was fine.
“Good morning, Mr. Miller. I’m ready to start after you’ve had breakfast,” She beamed while giving me a casual shoulder hug. Boy, did she smell good enough to eat?
“It’s Ted,” I responded kindly.
“Oh! Yes, sir, I forgot,” she said, blushing slightly.
She took my breakfast order and delivered it to me a few minutes later, sitting at the table by my side. She turned the chair to face me, plopped down, and spread her knees in a not-so-ladylike fashion. As I buttered my toast and she went on about how much she wanted to be a builder, I savored the view of her milky white inner thighs and caught a glimpse of her pure white cotton panties. No slutty thongs for this princess, just simple white cotton panties, which she made look sexy. I felt a raging erection coming on, so I had to focus on my breakfast before I embarrassed myself in front of her. I looked down at her feet, and she was wearing flip-flops,
“Grace, you’d better put on some sturdier shoes; those will be dangerous,” I offered.
Saying nothing, she got up and left the dining room, returning minutes later wearing canvas gym shoes. It wasn’t what I had in mind, but she looked adorable in them, so I just let it go. I finished breakfast, and off we went to the tool shed. I was impressed with the number of tools they had amassed, which was pretty much everything we needed to build a cabin.
I loaded the tools I thought we’d need for the first day into a wheelbarrow and grabbed two tool belts. I adjusted mine and put it on, then helped Grace with hers. I purposely made hers a little loose, so they sat on the middle of her hip, knowing it would slip down when she walked or reached over her head. I’ve dealt with this problem my whole life, so I knew what would happen. I pushed the wheelbarrow, and Grace was carrying two skill saws. We made it about ten yards down the path to the cabin site when Grace’s tool belt slipped from her hips, falling to her ankles and taking her gym shorts down to her mid-thighs.
“Oh my god,” she squealed.
As I took in the sites of her fine ass,
“Wait, don’t move, Grace,” I shouted.
I put the wheelbarrow down and rushed to her aid, grabbing her gym shorts and hiking them back up, then pulling her tool belt back up.
“You’re between belt notches, Grace. It’s better to be a bit loose than too tight,” I lied.
“Well, this is not good; you’re going to see my underwear all day long,” was her unhappy reply.
“Grace, we’re going to be working together for months. If me seeing your undies is the worst thing that can happen, we’ll be lucky,” I replied, trying to reassure her.
“Well, maybe I just won’t wear the belt. It’s stupid anyway,” Grace replied angrily.
“No, Grace, you’ll wear it all day long. It’s a necessary piece of equipment,” I snapped back.
“But I don’t,” she started.
I cut her off mid-sentence.
“Remember what your father said about the woodshed, Grace. Don’t think I’ll hesitate if you give me any lip,” I snorted.
“Yes, sir, I’m sorry. Please don’t punish me. I promise I’ll behave from now on,” she cried.
“Very well, let’s just get back to work,” I said, softening my tone.
We went to the cabin site to level the old footing. I explained the process to Grace, letting her do some site work. We worked side by side, Grace picking up on the building process, and I tried to get closer to her. By midday, she smiled and laughed at my weird sense of humor, and things were going great. When her belt fell, and her shorts dropped slightly, I would joke about it, and she could now laugh about it.
“Darn, these shorts. Maybe I’ll take them off,” she quipped.
Grace looked at me to gauge my response to the bold statement. I kept working and told her,
“Grace, they’re your shorts. I'm fine with that if you’re more comfortable without them.”
Grace stopped working for a moment, looking at me in shock, before stumbling,
“You mean you wouldn’t care if I took them off?”
I replied calmly, “Grace, it’s your body. You’re free to do with it as you please. You don’t need anyone’s permission. God gave it to you.”
She seemed stunned to hear that. She still starred at me,
“So, if I wanted, I could work naked, and you’d have nothing to say?” she asked with a snotty tone.
“We’ll I wouldn’t recommend it on a construction site, but if you choose to work naked, it’s your choice, and I’d support you. I replied supportively.
Much to my disappointment, Grace didn’t shed her clothes, but I had planted a seed in her mind, and it would grow, and she would always question me about it. We got back to work, and soon, a helicopter hovered overhead. It was our load of building materials. I explained to Grace how to signal the pilot to gently lower the shipment to earth and position it where it would be most efficient. I let Grace supply the pilot with hand signals as the load dropped, with both arms stretched overhead. Her tool belt and gravity gave me the best point of the day so far.
Grace’s belt began to slip. She tried to lift her leg to prevent it from falling. The claw of her hammer caught her shorts and panties, and when she could no longer keep her leg up. The minute she lowered her foot to the ground, the weight of her tool belt was too much, and her shorts and white panties slid down to her ankles. With the wind, the helicopter's noise, and Grace concentrating on giving the pilot directions, she didn’t realize she was naked from the waist down for a moment.
My jaw dropped as my eyes viewed the most perfect pink, bald camel toe I’d ever seen. I reached for my phone to capture it, but Grace suddenly realized what had happened.
“Dammit,” she cursed.
I swooped in to help. I grabbed panties and slowly pulled them up, my face inches from virgin pussy. I wanted to cry when I covered it up; next, I pulled up her shorts, opened her tool belt, and let her slowly step out of it. She gave me a scornful look as I looked up and smiled at her, her face crimson red with embarrassment. She finished getting the load on the ground and stormed towards the lake. I unhooked the gear from the helicopter and sent the pilot on his way, then set out to find Grace. I found her sitting on the rocks by the lakeshore, crying,
“Grace, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” I asked softly.
“You know why,” she sobbed
“You were looking at me when I was naked,” she continued.
“Well, yes, I did see you, but I was trying to help pull up your panties and shorts,” I explained.
“It’s not like I pulled your panties and shorts down. It just happened,” I tried to reason with her.
“It doesn’t matter. Only my husband is supposed to see that part of me,” she continued.
“Grace, that’s not true. Your husband won’t own you or what’s between your legs. That’s yours alone to show or give to whom you desire,” I tried to explain.
“No, it’s a sin,” she wailed.
“Grace God made Adam and Eve, they were both naked, God intended them to be naked, but Adam sinned, and only then did they become modest and cover-up. God created you, and you are beautiful. You deserve to be free to be naked anywhere you please, with anyone you please,” I lectured.
Grace’s sobs began to fade. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her tight, and she melted into my chest.
“Do, Do…. You really think I’m beautiful?” she asked between sniffles.
“Grace, you’re stunningly beautiful. I can’t keep my eyes off you when we’re in camp,” I reassured her.
“Are you lying?’ she asked, perking up a bit.
“No way! I’m serious,” I replied with a chuckle.
“You won’t tell anyone you saw me naked, will you?” she queried.
“Well, you were half naked, but I won’t tell if you stop thinking of being naked as a sin,” I replied
“Umm, I can’t promise that, but I’ll think about it,” she responded.
We returned to the work site and started building the cabin deck, and Grace got through the day with only a few minor mishaps. Russel stopped by to check on our progress. He was impressed at what we had accomplished and even more impressed when Grace explained the building process. When she finished, I gave her a wink, and her face lit up. It was quitting time, so we rolled up our extension cords, covered our tools from the weather, and then headed back to the lodge for dinner.
I had a great dinner and dessert, then sat back and enjoyed a cold beer when Grace came out of the kitchen to eat her dessert.
“What are your plans for this evening, Grace?” I asked
Well, I want to shower, but my brothers have the dibs on the shower, so I’ll have to wait till tomorrow morning if I wish to have hot water,” she said sadly.
“Well, I took a shower a while ago. I’m sure I have hot water. You can take one in my cabin,” I happily offered.
“Oh no, that wouldn’t be appropriate for me to be in your cabin and be naked,” she responded firmly.
“What’s inappropriate about taking a shower?” I asked.
“Well, I’m a young Christian woman, and the way I’m taught, it’s just not appropriate,” she responded.
“So, you share a cabin with your brothers and take a shower there, don’t you,” I asked.
“Well, yes, but their family, and they don’t see me naked,” she said confidently in her argument.
“Ok, but they're males, and I’m a male, and if you shower and change in the bathroom, I wouldn’t see you naked either, although I saw your naughty bits already today,” I chuckled.”
Grace shot me a dirty look, then replied,
“We aren’t talking about this afternoon and what you saw anymore. It never happened. And we’re not related, so yes, it does make a difference.”
I laughed and told her,
“Grace, I can’t unsee what I saw this afternoon, you have a beautiful little pussy, but if you don’t want a shower, that’s fine. I was just being nice,” I said, growing tired of the religious lessons.
“That’s a vulgar word, Mr. Miller, but I appreciate you being nice to me,” she retorted.
“Well, what would you call your pussy then?” I asked honestly.
“Mr. Miller, Christian women don’t talk about that area of our bodies, and we certainly don’t use that vulgar word,” She lectured.
“Christian women must have a big stick up their butts if they can’t discuss their body parts,” I mused.
“That’s not true, Mr. Miller. We have more class and dignity. What type of women do you associate with?” she replied, annoyed.
“Well, I associate with smart, confident, open women who accept their role in life sexually and are free to talk about it. I find them quite sexy,” I responded.
“God, you mean they talk openly about sex and their bodies? They can’t be Christians,” she said defiantly.
“Yes, they do. They’re not afraid of their bodies, and they enjoy sex and freely express themselves on their likes and dislikes. When you’re in bed with a woman, it’s nice to know you’re pleasing her,” I told her.
“Oh my God, I can’t imagine talking about what I did in bed with my husband,” she said in disbelief.
“Why would it have to be your husband? Why not a boyfriend or a guy you meet at a party?” I asked, confused.
“Mr. Miller, pre-marital sex is a sin, and I’m a proud virgin. You know the old saying, why buy the cow if you get the milk free,” she said confidently.
“Only in a Puritan view of the world, Grace, sex is a wonderful, mystical thing that men and women share all the time; even people that just meet enjoy sex. It’s natural,” I tried to educate her.
Grace didn’t reply and just looked at me, trying to figure me out. I sat back and finished my beer,
“I’ll tell you what, Grace, you get your clothes and come to my cabin. I’ll sit out by the lake while you shower and dress, so in your small world, you’ll be safe,” I laughed.
After thinking about it for a while, she said,
“If you promise to stay outside, OK,” she responded.
I sat outside while Grace showered, sipping a beer from my cooler, and after a while, Grace joined me. She was dressed in a T-shirt, I could tell no bra, and a pair of baggy pajama bottoms, with flip-flops. She looked sexy as hell as she sat on the rock beside me.
“Would you like a beer?” I offered
“Oh, no I have never drunk,” was her response.
“Whys that? You’ve been to college and must have gone to parties before?” I asked.
“I did go to parties, but girls who drank too much ended up in bed with some random boy. I was deathly afraid of that,” she said.
“I can understand that, but I’m not trying to bed you tonight, so here, try a beer. If you don’t like it, pour it out,t” I replied.
With that, I popped a beer and handed it to her.
“I always did want to try one. My dad is against drinking, though,” she said after taking her first sip.
She milked her beer as we sat by the lake and talked. Soon, it was nearly midnight, and Grace was well into her second beer. There was a full moon, and it was somewhat light out. I was getting tired and looking to get to bed. I thought about our next step in building the cabin and told Grace what we’d do in the morning.
“Yes, Mr. Miller,” she said, slurring her words slightly.
“Grace, what did I tell you about calling me Mr. Miller?” I barked at her.
Grace covered her mouth, knowing she’d crossed the line yet again.
“I’m sorry, sir. I know what you told me,” She said sadly.
With that, she stood up and walked over to me, slowly lowered her pajama bottoms and undies, exposing her butt cheeks, and crawled onto my lap.
“Please have mercy, sir,” she said, resigned to her punishment.
I was in shock, and she was waiting for a bare-butt spanking,
“Grace does your father spank your bare butt still,” I asked, surprised.
“Yes, sir, when I disobey,y,” she offered.
I felt her smooth, firm butt with my hand, I wanted to see if she was wet, but I resisted.
“OK, young lady, this will probably not be your last spanking, so I hope you learn your lesson.”
“Yes sir, I get spanked at church by the ministers all the time, so I accept it,” she told me as expected.
I raised my hand and smacked her cheek, “Snap,” the sound rang out. Grace flinched but didn’t utter a sound. Snap, snap. Snap, snap, my hand, the blows rained down on her bottom. I spanked her for a good two minutes, and she never let out a peep. I rubbed her butt gently, explaining the importance of being a good girl. She nodded in agreement; before I let her up, I just had to check out her slit. I dipped my hand between her thighs, and my finger came in contact with her pussy lips. I gently dipped my finger inside, and Grace let out a soft moan. She was sopping wet. I ran my finger thru her slit, and I felt her lips explode open. I could imagine her pink lips, swollen an d puckered, waiting for a cock to split them available and fill the tight void that lay within. I ran my finger up her slit to find her clit,
“You won’t find it, sir,” she said dejectedly.
“I’m sorry, Grace. I said, puzzled at her response.
“You won’t find my hymen, sir; they stopped feeling for it when I was eight, and after an investigation, they determined that it broke during sports or roughhousing with my brothers,” she responded without emotion.
What? I was shocked at her statement. I sat there for a moment and tried to process it.
“Who determined it, Grace,” I asked.
“The ministers at the church determine it. After our punishments, they perform a virginity check on us girls by feeling for our hymen”, she explained.
The more she explained, the more fucked up it sounded; she thought it was normal.
“And how many virginity tests have you had?” I inquired.
“Every time the Ministers spank me, they check, so since I was like seven years old, and at college, the Dean checks us every week when we are spanked or have to perform penance on St Barts staff,” I was told.
“So, at college, the dean spanks and fingers you. Does he penetrate your pussy?” I asked.
“Yes, because over two hundred girls are at school, we all get spanked once a week for our combined transgressions. But we’re called in for penance on the staff every couple of days, sometimes every day,” she informed me.
“Hmm, and what’s St Barts Staff, and what do you do to perform penance to it,” I asked.
I heard a voice near us and quickly helped Grace off my lap, pulling up her panties and pajama bottoms and stashing her beer cans in my cooler. I had Grace sit on the rock next to me and waited.
“Grace! There you are. I was wondering where you got off to,” her mother, Annie, said.
“Sorry, Annie, I’m manipulating all her time here talking about building,” I answered quickly.
Grace gave me a funny look, knowing I was lying to her mom.
“That’s fine, Ted, Grace. Don’t stay up too late. You have to work in the morning,” Annie said before walking back up the trail., and then said
“That was a close call. If she’d caught your bare bottom over my knee, I’d be on the next plane out of here,” I said, letting out a sigh of relief.
Again, Grace gave me a funny look and then said,
“Sir, last night in his office, my father told me to submit to you. He expects you to spank me when I deserve it or if you feel I need it. I’ll usually submit before I’m ordered to submit because my spankings are less severe when I do so,” she explained.
“So, you’ll expect regular spankings from me?” I queried.
“Yes sir, every night if you, please, sir, I don’t want your anger with me to fester.”
I was stunned, and this was getting better and better all the time,
“Yes, after you shower in my cabin each night, meet me here, and you’ll get your spanking,” I ordered.
A huge smile crossed Grace’s face as she looked at me,
“Yes sir, as you wish,” she said excitedly.
“So, tell me about this St. Bart thing,” I asked, bewildered.
Grace explained, “Well, in college, the Dean has determined that because we’re young women, we’re going to sin more. We needed an additional level of punishment. At a school assembly, he explained that in the old days, St. Bart was a monk who disciplined all the girls from the neighboring villages. He carried a short staff with him, and he said he was blessed by a saint. When a girl was spanked, if St. Bart felt they had not repented, he would blindfold the girl and make her kneel before him. The girl would feel the staff on her lips and kiss it, then open her mouth and stick out her tongue. The staff was placed on her tongue, and she would take it into her mouth and suck on it. If she truly repented, and after a while sucking on it, a miracle would happen, and it would shoot the tears of Our Lady into their mouths, and when they swallowed it, they were forgiven.”
“That’s the most fucked….” I stopped mid-sentence.
“So, Grace, are you telling me all the girls in your school do this,” I asked.
“Yes, Sir, all of us. Some girls don’t like it, but they do it. Actually, it’s not a punishment for me. I love sucking on it and the taste of the fluid; I look forward to doing it,” She replied happily.
“Is it always the same staff you suck on, does his cum? I mean, the tears always taste the same?” I asked in disbelief.
“Umm, no. There are many staffs, and they are big and small, thick and thin, and all the tears taste different for the most part. We’re required to take as much of the staff into our mouths as we can. It took me a while, but I can fit even the biggest staff into my throat. The Dean is very proud of me.”
“Sometimes when we’re deemed very bad, we have to suck on multiple staffs to be forgiven,” she continued.
“One time, we had a day off because a teacher’s conference was held at our school. Five of us girls were brought to the Deans office and made to kneel and blindfolded, and we had to suck the staff all afternoon. I heard many voices in the room, so many people watched our punishment. I sucked hard so they could see I was repentant,” she continued.
“Wow, that’s almost unbelievable,” I said, stunned.
“Do you suck the staff anywhere else?” I asked nervously.
“No, just at school,l,” she replied.
Now my mind was working, and she was giving blowjobs to the Dean and teachers or his friends. Grace was halfway to becoming the little slut I’d hoped she was when I first saw her.
“If I were to make a staff for you, would you suck on it when I ordered you to?” I asked
“Well, it wouldn’t be the same as the staff from the school,” she pondered.
“It’s not the staff, and it’s how repentant you are that counts. If you are judged to be repentant, the fluid will flow, no matter where the staff comes from,” I explained.
“Umm, yeah, I guess that’s true,” she said, pondering the thought.
“I miss sucking on them,” she mused.
“Ok, tomorrow after your spanking, you’ll have a huge thick staff to suck on,” I announced.’
Abroad smile broke out on her face as she rubbed her hands together in glee,
“How big of a staff will it be, Sir, and how fat will it be?” she asked excitedly.
“It’s twelve inches long and five inches round,” I said proudly.
“Oh Lord, that is a big staff. I’ve only sucked on a few that big before,” she squealed excitedly.
“Were you able to take them all in your throat?” I asked hopefully.
“Oh, yes, sir. The Dean was very proud of me. I took every inch,” she proudly exclaimed.
“Ok, from now on, after your nightly spanking, you’ll be required to suck the staff and swallow the fluid that comes out. Do you understand?” I ordered.
“Yes, Sir, I’ll suck it hard and swallow every drop,” She beamed.
“All right, for now, you’d better get to bed. We have much work to do tomorrow,” I told her.
We both got up, and she hugged me, pulling her body close to mine. I’m sure she could feel my boner rubbing against her crotch, but she didn’t flinch a bit. I watched as she skipped up the trail. I walked to my cabin and thought about jerking off, but I wanted to save every drop for her sweet mouth tomorrow night. I lay in bed, wondering if it was possible. She didn’t know she was sucking cock. How could she not know? Then I thought of the lucky Dean, getting two hundred young women to suck his cock, without them ever knowing it.
I woke up the following day; it was sunny and warm, and a light breeze made for a perfect morning. I dressed for a warm day and headed to the lodge for breakfast. I grabbed some coffee and sat down, and Grace popped out of the kitchen. Again, she dressed in white shorts and a crop top, but the sports bra was gone today. She walked up behind me,
“Good morning, sir. Did you sleep well,” she asked softly.
“Yes, Grace, I did. How about you?” I asked
“Umm, a little restless, thinking about tonight,” she whispered.
“I see. A little excited to suck the staff again,” I asked softly.
She didn’t answer but grabbed my wrist and squeezed it, giving me my answer. Grace took my order and brought it to me, then flopped in a chair across from me. Again, as I ate, she spread her legs apart, and I could see up her shorts. Shocked, I didn’t see any panties on her, or she switched to a tiny thong. I figured I'd find out once she put on the tool belt. I finished eating, and we headed to the worksite.
Once at the site, I realized how hot it was. I stripped off my shirt, and my muscular frame was on display. Grace stared at me and kept it up most of the morning. Around mid-morning, we were carrying plywood when Grace’s toolbelt provided the first entertainment of the day, taking her shorts to her knees. As there it was, that tight camel-toe I fingered the night before, sans undies. Grace didn’t flinch. She stepped out of her shorts and continued walking till we stacked the plywood, then returned and put them back on. I was getting mixed signals now; I had no idea what to think of Grace. Was she an innocent young virgin, or a little slut, teasing me. I had to find out,
“Grace, I have to ask. Yesterday, you were appalled that I saw you in your panties, and today, you aren’t wearing any panties. When your shorts fall, and I can see everything, you don’t seem to care. Why’s that?” I wondered.
“Well, you saw me half naked yesterday, and you spanked my bare butt last night and gave me a virginity check, so I figured it was worthless worrying about what you saw. I’d rather be comfortable,” she said.
“That’s great, and I want you to be comfortable. Take off as much or as little as you like,” I responded.
Grace smiled at me, “Yes, you’d like that, wouldn’t you, sir?” she laughed.
“Yes, I think nudity is a great equalizer. It takes a lot of the tension out of a relationship,” I opined.
“So, we’re in a relationship now?” she questioned.
“Well, yes, I think we have a working relationship. We’ll have to see if it goes further,” I said confidently.
“Are you married or have a girlfriend, sir?” she asked bluntly.
“No, Grace, I don’t have either,” I replied.
I could see a faint smile on her face after she got what I hoped was the correct answer to her question. I could see the wheels turning in her head,
“May I ask how old you are, sir?” she continued.
“I’ll be forty in December. Is that too old for you?” I probed.
Grace didn’t answer for a while, then stopped her work and turned toward me,
“No, I think it’s a good age. I couldn’t see myself with an immature boy. I’d want someone older and worldly,” was her response.
My head started spinning. I couldn’t believe I had been given the green light to pursue her. I would have to plan for this; she was perfect, and I didn’t want to blow it. It was lunchtime, and the sun was beating down on us,
“Come on, let’s go to the bay on the back of the island. We can get out of the sun and eat lunch,” Grace chirped.
She took me by the hand and led me down an overgrown path that wound through the woods. We came out in a beautiful grove of trees,and in the middle of the forest was a picnic table shaded by the trees,
“I used to go swimming here with my brothers when we were young kids. When we got older, I still came here. It’s very private and peaceful,” she explained.
It was a beautiful spot; the bay was very secluded, and the lush foliage covered the area with the picnic table. It was a great place to have sex, I loved sex outdoors, but it was too soon to make that play.
“Do you still swim here?” I asked.
“Yes, when I can get away from my chores, I love to,” she replied.
“And do you swim nude?” I probed.
Grace looked at me and sized me up as she pondered the question, as though I had an ulterior motive in asking it.
“Does it matter if I do?” she coyly replied.
“Not really. I was just curious about how comfortable you are in your body,” I replied.
“I’m getting there,” was her response.
We finished the lunch she had made and rested for a bit. There was silence, but not uncomfortable. We both sat there and looked at the lake. I watched her every move and studied her mannerisms, while we chilled. I was sure I wanted to pursue her; from everything I saw, she was a keeper.
“Well, we’d better get back to work,” she offered.
“Yeah, I guess it’s that time,” I agreed.
The afternoon flew by, and we worked hard, but we both had tonight on our minds. I tried my best not to get an erection, thinking about her swallowing my cock, but I failed at times. I know she saw the bulge in my shorts but didn’t realize it or was afraid to comment. Grace would bend over to nail or pick something up, and her crop top would sag open. I could see her small but perky breasts and her large puffy nipples; I longed to suck on them.
Finally, Russel stopped by and looked at our progress,
“Wow! You are going to town on this,” he exclaimed.
“Do you like Daddy?” Grace asked excitedly.
“I sure do. It looks great,” he responded.
I smiled at Russell and looked at our progress, and we had made significant progress on the cabin,
“Come on, you two, it’s dinner time,” Russel said.
Grace and I covered our tools and returned to the lodge with her dad leading the way. I was almost too excited to eat dinner, knowing what the night would hold for both of us. Upon finishing, Grace served me dinner, and I instructed her that after her chores at the lodge, she would gather her pajamas, shower in my cabin, and then join me on the rocks by the lake. She nodded her understanding and went to eat and finish her chores.
I returned, showered, and groomed myself in preparation for my blowjob. I had permanently removed the hair from my genitals, but I grew lazy about it without a girlfriend. I was hairless and squeaky clean when I stepped out of the shower. I wore a clean pair of shorts and a T-shirt but went ranger tonight. I grabbed my cooler of beers and headed to the lake. Shortly after I popped my first beer, I heard the door of my cabin open. I figured Grace was coming to take her shower.
It seemed like an eternity, but Grace finally emerged from my cabin, her hair in pigtails and smelling like an angel. She sat on the rock next to me,
“You look beautiful tonight, Grace, like an angel,” I praised her.
I could see her blushing as she turned away slightly,
“Would you like a beer?” I offered.
“Sure, one or two won’t hurt. I mean, you’re going to act like a gentleman, right?” she asked wearily.
“Why, of course, Grace,” I replied.
We sat by the lake, talked, and sipped our beers as the sun slowly sank in the western sky. At one point, Annie came down and joined us for a while; I did have to stash Grace’s beer while she was there. When Annie bid us a goodnight, the sun was setting. Again, Grace and I began to talk, but in a more personal tone. Grace wanted to know everything about me, from my business to my house, to my personal beliefs. It was like an interview. She questioned me for almost an hour. Finally, she stood up and reached into her backpack, pulling out a wooden paddle with holes drilled throughout the surface of it. Grace handed it to me,
“Here, this is my punishment paddle. It’s the one my father uses on me. It hurts like the dickens,” she told me.
“But won’t he miss this if he has to discipline your brothers?” I asked, somewhat shocked.
“No, he told me to give it to you to use while I’m working with you; I guess he figures I’m going to mess up a lot,” she said matter-of-factly.
Grace removed her T-shirt, folded it neatly, and placed it on her backpack. Then, she lowered her pajama bottoms, again sans panties, stepped out of them, folded them, and placed them with her shirt. Next, she removed her shoes and placed them next to her backpack.
“You can warm me up with your hand, then I’ll bend over the rock, and you can really give it to me with the paddle,” she stated.
Grace slid her thin six-foot frame over my lap, stopping when her butt was in the middle of my lap. She looked back at me and smiled,
“I’m ready when you are, sir,” she said confidently.
I reached down and spread her butt cheeks apart, taking in the sight of her tight light brown rosebud, which I’m sure was a virgin also. I took my finger and ran it over her tiny butt crack, and she flinched a bit as I did.
“Are you going to plug me, sir? I don’t think I’ll pass during my spanking,” she inquired.
“Did the Ministers and Dean use a butt plug on you?” I asked.
“The dean plugged us all the time; he’d use his finger on us sometimes,” Grace offered.
“Does it feel good when something is put in your butt during your punishment?” I asked.
“Well, we weren’t supposed to say anything, but yes, I liked it a lot,” she admitted.
I didn’t have any lube, or I would have explored her little butt hole for a while; I’d defiantly bring a tube tomorrow. Ok, time to get down to business; I gently rubbed her butt cheeks, and Grace cooed her enjoyment. Crack, crack, crack, crack, the blows rained down on her defenseless bottom. She squirmed a bit and stretched out her leg now and then but never uttered a word. Once her butt was crimson red, I stopped, and Grace slid off my lap, rubbed her butt with both hands, and then walked over to a rock.
It was about two feet off the ground. She bent over and grabbed hold of it, spread her legs wide apart, stuck her butt into the air, and rose up on her tippy toes. Grace willingly offered me her butt cheeks to paddle. The site of her charms open and on display was almost too much to handle. I grabbed the paddle but just had to play with her pussy, I put the paddle on the small of her back,
“Grace, don’t move; I’m going to explore,” I ordered her.
“Yes, sir,” she replied.
I dropped to my knees behind her and let my finger slip thru the lips of her pussy, and she moaned softly. I couldn’t believe how wet and creamy her pussy was, small and super tight. I couldn’t resist, I spread her butt cheeks apart, and my tongue flicked her butt hole. She immediately rose higher on her toes,
“Oh, Sir, what was that on my butt?” she cried.
“Don’t worry, Grace, it’s just part of my exploring,” I said softly.
My tongue pressed into her bunghole, my saliva lubricating the area. I pressed the tip right in the middle of her rosebud. She rotated her butt in a circle, willing my tongue to open her up. It didn’t take long for her rosebud to unfurl, and my tongue slid inside her anus.’
“Oh, oh sir, what is that? It’s not a plug. It’s too soft,” she cried.”
Of course, I couldn’t answer her with my tongue up her butthole, so I made the most of it, tongue fucking her butt, her hips pushing back to get all of it. But now it was time for the main course, her sweet juicy pussy. I pulled my tongue out of her sweet ass, I could have eaten it all night, but we had lots to do yet. I ran my tongue thru her slot, scooping up a large tongue full of her sweet pussy juice.
“No, No, Sir, no sex, please. I’m a virgin; you promised you’d be a gentleman,” she cried.
“I’m sorry, Grace, I thought you might enjoy it,” I apologized.
I stopped, but it was hard. She tasted like honey; I stood up, grabbed the paddle, and gave her a pretty robust spanking. Her butt was crimson red when I finished. I told her to rise and kneel on the pillow in front of me. I had cut the arm off one of my T-shirts to use as a blindfold. Grace quickly took her place on the pillow, reached into her backpack, and produced a rope of a length.
“Use this rope to tie my hands behind my back, so I can’t touch the staff,” she explained.
I quickly tied her hands and then put on her blindfold, but I was sure she saw the huge bulge in my shorts before I did. She was ready to suck. I stepped back and pulled my shorts down, my twelve-inch cock springing forward, standing straight up. It was so hard I thought it would burst through its skin. I grabbed the shaft, pulled it down in line with Grace’s lips, and stepped forward, the head of my cock brushing her cheek. Grace’s mouth opened, and her head turned from side to side, hunting for the hard tip.
I pressed the head of my cock to her lips, she smiled, and her lips opened, and she sucked in the tip, slurping and kissing it.
“Oh yeah, I want it,” she moaned.
She tilted her head back and stuck out her tongue, I laid the tip of my cock on her tongue, and she closed her mouth on it.
“Umm, umm,” she moaned.
My large cock was proving to be a challenge for her, but she sucked it like a pro, swirling her tongue around the head and getting the shaft wet. She managed to take in about five inches, but the girth of my cock was stretching her lips to their max. But Grace didn’t stop, she pushed forward, and slowly my cock began to disappear into her throat. I wanted to moan, but I kept one hand over my mouth to stifle them. Grace’s head bobbed up and down on my cock; it was clear she loved it, and strings of her juice dripped onto the pillow under her.
When she had nine inches of cock in her throat, she gagged a little, and I thought she had reached her limit, but she wouldn’t stop. Her face pressed forward, and slowly my cock began to disappear, her lips stretched to their limit. It took about five more minutes, but when I looked down again, Grace had managed to inhale eleven and a half inches of my cock. I put my hand on the back of her head and began guiding my cock into her mouth as she worked it in and out.
I was running out of time; I couldn’t hold out much longer; I was going to cum. I held Grace’s mouth in place, and my cock twitched and began to unload cum into her throat.
“Umm, umm, umm, umm,” Grace moaned.
As my balls emptied into her mouth, a ring of white cum ringed Grace’s mouth’ I could see her struggling to swallow stream after stream of hot thick sperm. And then it was done, I was done squirting, and Grace continued to suck, milking every drop out of my cock. She began to pull my cock from her throat, keeping her lips locked to it, milking out every last drop I was totally spent, Grace had sucked my balls dry. She pulled my cock from her mouth, continuing to lick and suck the head, I pulled away and pulled up my shorts. I untied her hands and helped her to her feet; she was a bit wobbly, I made her stand there with her hands on her head for a few minutes, then took her blindfold off.
“Well, was it like you remembered?” I asked
She took a moment to answer, and then a big smile came to her face,
“Oh man, that was awesome; that was the best staff ever; it was so big, I almost lost it,” she said as she wiped her mouth on her bare arm.
“Was it the same as with the Dean at school?” I asked.
“Yes, exactly, I don’t know where you got the staff, but it was exactly like the ones I sucked in school, but the fluid tasted a lot better, and there was so much of it, it was unreal,” she answered excitedly.
“Thank you so much for letting me do that,” Grace beamed.
I’m going to go pray for a while. I’m truly blessed being with you,” she announced.
Grace dressed and hugged me, then set out up the trail to her cabin; I was totally spent and headed to my cabin after getting one of the best blowjobs of my life. I can’t get over the fact that Grace never figured out that she was sucking men’s cock all thru college, instead believing it was a miraculous staff that squirted stuff into her mouth when she was forgiven.
I was going to have to show her the truth, but in a way so she’d keep wanting to suck cock. I was gassed and knew the minute my head hit the pillow, I’d be out. I had a great night’s sleep. I don’t think I even budged. I was about to get out of bed when my cabin door opened, and Grace bounded into my bedroom with a fresh pot of coffee,
“Good morning sunshine, up and at ‘em, big boy,” she announced, smiling from ear to ear.
“Good morning, Babe,” I returned the smile.
She poured me a cup of coffee, and I scooted up to bed and put some pillows behind me to prop me up. Grace put the coffee pot on the table and curled up in my lap; I was naked in bed and had only a thin blanket between us. I could feel my cock beginning to grow as Grace squirmed in my lap, and soon I had raging morning wood under my blanket.
“What’s with you? You look like the fox in the chicken coop,” she said playfully.
Grace jumped up and started tickling my sides, then she grabbed my blanket and yanked on it, exposing my raging hard cock.
“Oh my god,” Grace exclaimed.
As my hard footlong cock, started her in the face. I tried to cover up, but Grace firmly held the end of the blanket. I sat there as Grace stared at my cock,
“That thing is enormous,” she exclaimed.
“Have you ever seen a grown man’s cock before?” I asked her softly.
As she stared at me, she shook her head. “No.” There was a long silence as she got closer and looked at my cock,
“It’s magnificent,” Grace muttered.
“Do you want to touch it?” I whispered.
Grace shook her head,” Yes,” but it was frozen in place.
“Go ahead, Grace, it won’t bite you,” I urged her.
Slowly she moved her arm up, and her fingers touched my cock; it jerked, and she recoiled a bit.
“It’s ok, Grace, it likes being touched,” I alerted her.
She reached out again, wrapped her hand around my shaft, and slid it down to my balls and then up to the tip, squeezing the head,
“Wow, are all grownups’ things this big?” she asked, still amazed at the size.
“No, Grace, most guys’ cocks aren’t this big,” I reassured her.
She began to stroke it up and down,
“Umm, that feels good,” I offered
“So, you like this when I do this?” she asked.
“Yes, Grace if you continue to do that, I’ll cum” I told her.
She increased her stroking and adjusted her body closer to me,
“What’s cum” she asked naively.
“It’s what St Barts staff shoots into your mouth when you suck it”
“Huh! What are you talking about? It can’t be the same?” she stammered
“Well, keep stroking it, and when I cum, taste it and see if you’ve tasted it before,” I told her.
Grace squeezed my cock and then squeezed the head. She lowered her mouth to my cock, closed her eyes, and kissed the head of my cock. Her eyes shot wide open, then she took the head inside her mouth and worked it into her mouth, and then pulled off,
“OH MY GOD!” she screamed.
She sucked my cock back into her mouth and started to suck it, hard and fast. I didn’t last long, and soon I exploded into her mouth; Grace sucked and swallowed as fast as my balls emptied into her mouth. When I finished, she pulled off me and fell back on the bed, still holding my cock by the base. She just stared at the ceiling,
“So, all thru college, I was sucking on men’s cocks, and it wasn’t a religious thing,” she asked, crying.
“Yes, Grace, I’m sorry you were deceived,” I replied sympathetically.
“I used to suck eight or more cocks when there was a teacher’s conference at our school, and those were all men’s cock I sucked,” she sobbed.
“Yes, baby,” I’m sorry.
She was sobbing uncontrollably,
“And last night, you had me suck your cock; you knew it wasn’t the staff of St. Bart,” she continued.
“Grace, I had to find out if it was true that you had been sucking men’s cocks, and not a religious miracle,” I replied.
“You knew I didn’t want sex, and you let me perform a sex act on you,” she cried.
She bolted off the bed and stumbled to the cabin door,