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."
