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Play Episode Listen Later Mar 9, 2025 80:00

Welcome to Gospel for the Glory of Jesus. We are praising the Lord with some of the world’s best Black gospel music and Pastor Smith speaks from the Book of Proverbs on foolishness and usefulness. Melvin Slade Pastor V. Jesse Smith The Way Center of Truth 950 East Palmdale Blvd. Pamdale, CA 93550 Services at […]

Melvin Slade's Soulful Gospel Music Mix and Pastor Bishop V. Jesse Smith

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 9, 2025 80:00

Welcome to Gospel for the Glory of Jesus. Come praise the Lord with us. We’ve got some of the world’s best Black Gospel Artist praising the Lord in song and spirit. Pastor Smith brings a mind boggeling message on Foolessness and Usefulness to the Lord. Melvin Slade Pastor V. Jesse Smith The Way Center of […]

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Accepting Charity: Part 2

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 15, 2024

A Puritan Minister's Marriage Succumbs to Natural Sexuality.By RomanCEisdead2. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The next day, Elizabeth's mind was in turmoil. Her actions of the night before were bad enough, but the feelings and thrill she gained from those actions had to be sinful. She felt as though she had acted like the Devil's Whore.The Pastor's libido was satisfied for the next few days after such a strenuous evening. However, once that time passed, he found himself once more becoming aroused by Charity during their evening lessons. He retired to bed, determined to gain release with his wife. However, her behavior was muted and without speaking her actions insisted that their intimacy return to their normal form.Whilst the Pastor was initially sated, subsequent evenings (although resulting in orgasm), left him feeling disappointed that his wife would not participate more freely.While Elizabeth had become cool and unresponsive to her husband's advances, she could understand that his desires were kindled by Charity. She was a sweet young woman. Hard working, diligent, obedient, Godly. She was all these things and more; her face had a natural beauty and when she walked it was with a lithesome grace. The Pastor's wife found herself wishing she had looked like her at the age of 18, but this was not jealousy so much as admiration. She quickly became fond of the girl and while she was a servant, she accepted her as more of a companion.It was during a warmer early Summer month that Elizabeth suggested a bath. Not their usual weekly wash, but bathing in the nearby river. She knew of a little used path that led to a deep, yet relatively still pool which had been created during heavy rains. It was remote, away from regular paths and therefore away from prying eyes. They arranged to go there on the next occasion that the Pastor was away for the day on parish business.It was mid-morning, after the necessary chores had been completed that the two women set off. Charity had never been far from her Father's home and had been even less distance since joining the Pastor and his wife. So, this felt quite an adventure for the young woman. The journey was only about half an hour, but in that time, they had crossed several fields and gone through two areas of woodland. When they arrived at the river it came as a surprise; one moment they were walking through dappled woodland and then suddenly there was a river with trees on the other side. They moved along the bank a short distance and found the pool. It was calm and the bank leading down to it was a shallow slope.In a happy mood, both women took off their shoes and stripped down to their shifts. But before they entered the water, Elizabeth reached into a small bag she had brought with her."I have a gift for you Charity," she said."For me?""Yes." She took her hand out of the bag and held out the gift to Charity."What is it Mistress?""Soap. Not the kind for washing clothes, but the type used for gentlewomen to bathe with."Charity's mouth formed a perfect O at the wonder that some people had such things and that furthermore she was being presented with it."Come, let us enter the water."Elizabeth invited Charity to step down first. She then took Elizabeth's hand and helped her down into the cool water. They took their time getting into the deepest point, getting used to the temperature. The river pool came up to around their waist, soaking the lower part of their shifts.Now that they were in the water, Elizabeth realized she hadn't thought about how each of the women would bathe, but as Charity dipped down, soaking the remainder of her shift, she heard herself say, "Perhaps you had better remove you shift and turn around, then I can soap your back.Charity paused, wondering if she had heard correctly, but her mistress was obviously waiting, so she reached down and raised it up over her head. Elizabeth held back a gasp when the young woman's breasts came into view. All too quickly she had turned around, so the soaping began.After doing Charity's neck, shoulders, back and hips, the young woman dipped down into the water to wash the suds away. Elizabeth bade her to turn around and with a deep breath began to soap her upper chest, moving down slowly onto her breasts.Charity just stood and watched as her mistress's hands moved downwards and contacted her nipples, made stiff by the cool waters. She shivered, but not from the cold. Eventually the hands moved further down and eventually reached her quivering stomach, where she stopped.After another cleansing dip, Charity spoke, "Perhaps it is my turn to soap you mistress?"Elizabeth's shift joined Charity's on the riverbank, and she turned her back for the girl to bathe it.Charity worked swiftly, soaping Elizabeth's neck and shoulders. She marveled at the older woman's strong musculature, gained from many years of hard work. Slightly taller in stature, the cleft of her buttocks was visible above the line of the water. The soap-smothered hands went all the way down to that line and Elizabeth wondered if she dared to turn around. The hand pulling at her shoulder told her it was time to do so. She could not resist and turned, lifting her head high, proud to display her breasts for washing.Charity took longer to bathe Elizabeth's breasts, they were larger than hers and each woman was enjoying the sensations too much. But it had to come to an end, and she squatted down in the water to rinse her body.Elizabeth had not thought about the next step, as she and Charity stood looking at each other in the waist deep water. Nobody but her husband had ever seen her naked. And that only recently, by dim candlelight. But this was another woman, so their nakedness could not be sinful, could it?She took Charity by the hand and led her to the shallows, where it was only ankle deep. She looked with admiration at the youthful body and bade her turn around. Kneeling, she began to soap the slender legs, gradually moving higher. When she reached her buttocks, she deliberately kneaded them, then slipped her hand down the cleft. She heard Charity let out a small gasp as the digits came close to touching her nether lips.Charity turned around to face her Mistress. Whose attention was taken by the dark brown bush of pubic hair in front of her face. As she began the washing process, with both hands around one ankle, the girl slid her feet further apart. Elizabeth soaped first to one knee, then to the other. Moving up the left thigh, she avoided the girl's pussy and soaped over the hip. She repeated this process on the right-hand side.As the woman worked, Charity felt her heavier than usual breath stirring the curls around her maidenhead. She widened her stance, hoping, nay inviting her Mistress to soap her there.Elizabeth's mouth was dry. She had never seen a naked woman, nor a pussy this close. She used her fingers to soap gently and thoroughly every inch and crevice. Charity almost fainted from her attentions.When Charity took her turn to bathe her Mistress, she spent longer at the task and by the time the fingers were delving their way between her labia Elizabeth's legs were shaking, She collapsed down into a kneeling position, legs spread and grabbed Charity's wrist, keeping her hand there."Don't stop Charity. I need to be clean there. I need to be washed and washed again. You must remove the evil from me."Charity did not understand what she meant, but her insistence that she continue was clear. She moved her fingers, the soap long since dropped, touching, feeling the skin and hair, exploring the lips and the stiffened spot that seemed to bring forth groans from Elizabeth.She was shocked when Elizabeth reached an orgasm. Frightened even. Was her Mistress possessed? What was happening to her? She bravely fought the urge to stand up and run away.Elizabeth opened her eyes and saw the concern on Charity's face. She smiled wanly and reassured her, "It's all right child. The evil is out of me now. Thank you."Understanding that her Mistress was indeed recovered, she now wondered about the feelings that she herself had experienced earlier. Wash she too harboring evil?"Mistress, I am frightened! Perhaps I too have need of such cleansing?"Elizabeth smiled, "I doubt that child. You are too pure to be concerned about evil touching you.""But, perhaps that is why I am in need. Would not the Devil choose someone above suspicion as a host?" She spread her legs, looking down for any visible signs that evil resided therein.To Elizabeth, this sudden unbidden display of Charity's womanly parts was fascinating. They appeared much the same as hers, yet as she remained a virgin, quite different. Before she even knew that she was doing it, her hand was there, fingers touching the warm flesh. Watching carefully as they traced the outline of the girl's sex, noting that the moisture was growing rapidly, the lips having turned puffy. She felt the urge to enter her with a finger, but knew this would be wrong, damaging to her virginity. Instead, she concentrated on rubbing the lips and that little sensitive bud that she found did so much.Charity fainted as her first ever orgasm hit her. Elizabeth had to cradle her head until she came around.The two women did not discuss their bathing trip. Nor did Elizabeth inform her husband. They were back at the house well before he arrived home, and the evening meal was awaiting his return.That evening, Charity's lesson with the Pastor was a little strange. He could tell something was troubling her, but he did not want to press her to talk until she was ready. Instead, he read her passages from the bible and asked her to explain, in her own words, what she thought they meant. Gradually, she relaxed, her mind occupied by the questions she was attempting to answer."You seem troubled, child. What concerns you?" He eventually asked her."Ah, Umm, it's, well, it's," she paused, unsure of how to explain her fears. But then she plunged on, hoping that the Pastor would be able to help, "Do you think that I could be possessed by the devil?"The pastor was taken aback by the question, but recovered quickly, "I, think that is very unlikely. You are a good girl. Pure and chaste. What makes you think otherwise?""Well, is it not true that the Devil can make people do things that are wrong?""It is true, yes.""Is it possible that He can fool a person into thinking that something that is wrong is, in fact, right and proper?""Well, that is possible I suppose, yes. But why would that relate to you? Surely you cannot have done anything that could be misinterpreted?""It is my thoughts and feelings that I am afraid are wrong.""Can you give me an example child?""Well, when the young men call out to me, it makes me feel, strange. I, welcome their attention and, sometimes wish they went further. It makes me feel pleasant"The Pastor coughed gently but did not speak.She tried to explain, "I know that marriage between a man and a woman is where all good people should hope to arrive, in order that their union may bring forth more members for the church congregation. I, wonder when I will meet a man who will take me for his wife. This wondering brings forth certain, feelings within me. I, I have never been told how children come about, but I believe it isn't simply by prayer? Which means, that something else must happen. I find myself wondering about what that could be, and I start to think about those young men. I wonder about asking them, perhaps that can enlighten me?"Pastor Smith was aware that this intelligent young woman was becoming dangerously interested in men. She clearly had not been told about the mechanics of sexual union between a man and his wife, but he was sure that her observations of the farm animals that she must see regularly would eventually provide her with answers. She will then know, or at least guess, what happens in the bedroom."I'm sure that they could enlighten you. But not necessarily in a way that I would approve of. I do not wish to embarrass you, but your beauty and grace are extremely attractive to young men and it is bound to rouse their passions. Such passions within marriage are acceptable. But outside marriage," he left the sentence unfinished.Unfinished, not for effect, but because of the certain dark thoughts that were crowding in on him. She was there, within feet of him across the table wearing that thin shift. Her nipples were poking through, her breasts heaved as she breathed deeply and explained her feelings. And, as she licked her lips, moistening the pretty pink orifice, his erection became painful."I think that we should pray for your strength to resist talking to these young men, and to conquer these feelings that you mention."She rose from the table and walked around to the fireplace, where the wooden cross hung. She knelt and, for the first time during their lessons, the Pastor joined her, kneeling slightly behind and to the left, so that she would not see his tumescent state. Too late, he realized that he could smell her scent. If he were to reach out, he would be able touch her, to caress her body through the thin cotton of her shift.He cleared his throat, "Hmm. Perhaps it would benefit if you were to prostrate yourself, my child."What devil possessed him to say that?So, Charity bent forward, placed her weight on her hands and then stretched her legs backwards, allowing her to lay down flat. Her shift rose up her legs as she moved and revealed her calves and the backs of her knees. The Pastor's right hand, sitting upon his own knee was only inches from her posterior. He just caught himself before it wandered there. He looked away from her bottom and saw the uncovered legs. His feelings of arousal were so strong that he was becoming light-headed. He re-directed his attention upwards, attempting to regain control, but then saw that the garment had slipped from one shoulder when she had lain down. The creamy, smooth flesh of her young body captivated him.Charity was panting heavily. She could not understand why, but as her body moved up and down with each breath, her breasts and nipples were sliding across the cotton. She was not praying; she was having those bad thoughts again.Pastor Smith persuaded himself that it would be acceptable to place a hand on Charity's shoulder as a comforting gesture. He spoke as he did so, "You must relax, child. Free your mind so that you may receive forgiveness."As the Pastor's hand rested on the bare skin of her shoulder, Charity shuddered. The hand was warm, yet rough from the hard years of his life. When he did not take it away, she began to feel a tingling sensation in her breasts, and, elsewhere. Her back arched a little as she involuntarily pressed her pubic region into the floor tile. Her knees parted and her arse raised a few inches before she pressed down again.The Pastor saw all of this and wondered at it. He wanted her. He wanted to enter her pure, virginal flesh, to ravage her.Almost crying with the pain of resisting temptation he spoke to her again, "Are you in pain my dear?""No!" she wailed. "I cannot control my body Pastor!""Then you must relax." He placed his hand on the back of her head and this seemed to have a calming effect. The movements ceased.Then, to be sure that she was starting to relax, he put his hand back on her shoulder. At first, she tensed, but then he felt the muscles soften and he heard her sigh. So, he stroked her gently and saw that her breathing was calming. Encouraged by this he placed his other hand on the opposite shoulder and repeated the same movements. Somehow, his hands accidentally moved the material aside so that now her upper back was uncovered. The tie string must have become undone, for as his hands moved rhythmically and gently across and down the silky skin, the neckline of the garment moved lower until her shoulder blades were exposed.Pastor Smith knew that what he was doing was wrong, but he could not help himself; in one movement he swung his leg across Charity's body and knelt astride her. He remained kneeling upright, with his hard cock thrusting out the front of his breeches only inches from the young woman. He moved the shift lower still as he caressed her.Although the garment was now lowered to the middle of her back, Charity's breasts were keeping the material at the front firmly in place, but by now the Pastor could see the sides of them, the swellings flattened out upon the floor. He knew that the shift would not move any further as the sleeves were now holding it tight and he felt a slight sense of relief. But then, as he continued his motions on the exposed flesh, his arm made contact with his manhood. Without thinking, leaving one hand on Charity, the other wrapped itself around the breeches covered shaft.Any pretense that he was helping Charity was, at this point, destroyed. He was now in a land of sin and wickedness from which there was no escape. Her innocence was allowing him to take control of her body and he wanted to see and feel more.Attempting to be firm and commanding, yet sounding as though he was coking, she said, "Your arms look tense. Take them out of the sleeves and I will ease them for you."Charity complied immediately, careful not to expose breasts and shock the Pastor with their nudity.Pastor Smith returned his hands to her shoulders and moved them outwards along the outstretched arms. He had to lean forward to do this and, for the first time, his sheathed cock rubbed against Charity's back.The young woman was aware that the Pastor had straddled her, presumably to make it easier for him to, stroke her? She felt a momentary hardness digging into her spine, which returned every now and again as he caressed her arms.The Pastor's hands returned to the lower parts of Charity's back and she felt him shuffle backwards as he moved lower. Then she felt the insistent tugging of the shift on her breasts. It, it was sliding out from beneath them! The cold of the floor made her gasp and her hips bucked in response. A response which brought her buttocks into full contact with that hardness that she had felt before. Shortly after her hips dropped back down, that hardness regained contact and remain pressed there.It was all the Pastor could do not to hump against the deliciously soft and curvy rump that his manhood was now resting against. Indeed, he pressed a little harder as he brought his hands further down her body, dragging the material with them. Now, with the material clear of her breasts, he could slide his hands up her sides, fingertips feeling the softer flesh. Charity moaned.Pastor Smith was in a quandary; looking down he could see the hint of Charity's buttock cleavage. He wanted to feel the flesh there now, but it would mean that he had to give up the delightful feeling of his cock resting there. Her deep moan made up his mind and he shuffled down her legs. He made no attempt to disguise his actions as he tugged the material clear of her arse, which to him looked perfect. Perfect for mauling. Which he did with a zeal. He

Accepting Charity: Part 2

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 15, 2024

A Puritan Minister's Marriage Succumbs to Natural Sexuality.By RomanCEisdead2. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The next day, Elizabeth's mind was in turmoil. Her actions of the night before were bad enough, but the feelings and thrill she gained from those actions had to be sinful. She felt as though she had acted like the Devil's Whore.The Pastor's libido was satisfied for the next few days after such a strenuous evening. However, once that time passed, he found himself once more becoming aroused by Charity during their evening lessons. He retired to bed, determined to gain release with his wife. However, her behavior was muted and without speaking her actions insisted that their intimacy return to their normal form.Whilst the Pastor was initially sated, subsequent evenings (although resulting in orgasm), left him feeling disappointed that his wife would not participate more freely.While Elizabeth had become cool and unresponsive to her husband's advances, she could understand that his desires were kindled by Charity. She was a sweet young woman. Hard working, diligent, obedient, Godly. She was all these things and more; her face had a natural beauty and when she walked it was with a lithesome grace. The Pastor's wife found herself wishing she had looked like her at the age of 18, but this was not jealousy so much as admiration. She quickly became fond of the girl and while she was a servant, she accepted her as more of a companion.It was during a warmer early Summer month that Elizabeth suggested a bath. Not their usual weekly wash, but bathing in the nearby river. She knew of a little used path that led to a deep, yet relatively still pool which had been created during heavy rains. It was remote, away from regular paths and therefore away from prying eyes. They arranged to go there on the next occasion that the Pastor was away for the day on parish business.It was mid-morning, after the necessary chores had been completed that the two women set off. Charity had never been far from her Father's home and had been even less distance since joining the Pastor and his wife. So, this felt quite an adventure for the young woman. The journey was only about half an hour, but in that time, they had crossed several fields and gone through two areas of woodland. When they arrived at the river it came as a surprise; one moment they were walking through dappled woodland and then suddenly there was a river with trees on the other side. They moved along the bank a short distance and found the pool. It was calm and the bank leading down to it was a shallow slope.In a happy mood, both women took off their shoes and stripped down to their shifts. But before they entered the water, Elizabeth reached into a small bag she had brought with her."I have a gift for you Charity," she said."For me?""Yes." She took her hand out of the bag and held out the gift to Charity."What is it Mistress?""Soap. Not the kind for washing clothes, but the type used for gentlewomen to bathe with."Charity's mouth formed a perfect O at the wonder that some people had such things and that furthermore she was being presented with it."Come, let us enter the water."Elizabeth invited Charity to step down first. She then took Elizabeth's hand and helped her down into the cool water. They took their time getting into the deepest point, getting used to the temperature. The river pool came up to around their waist, soaking the lower part of their shifts.Now that they were in the water, Elizabeth realized she hadn't thought about how each of the women would bathe, but as Charity dipped down, soaking the remainder of her shift, she heard herself say, "Perhaps you had better remove you shift and turn around, then I can soap your back.Charity paused, wondering if she had heard correctly, but her mistress was obviously waiting, so she reached down and raised it up over her head. Elizabeth held back a gasp when the young woman's breasts came into view. All too quickly she had turned around, so the soaping began.After doing Charity's neck, shoulders, back and hips, the young woman dipped down into the water to wash the suds away. Elizabeth bade her to turn around and with a deep breath began to soap her upper chest, moving down slowly onto her breasts.Charity just stood and watched as her mistress's hands moved downwards and contacted her nipples, made stiff by the cool waters. She shivered, but not from the cold. Eventually the hands moved further down and eventually reached her quivering stomach, where she stopped.After another cleansing dip, Charity spoke, "Perhaps it is my turn to soap you mistress?"Elizabeth's shift joined Charity's on the riverbank, and she turned her back for the girl to bathe it.Charity worked swiftly, soaping Elizabeth's neck and shoulders. She marveled at the older woman's strong musculature, gained from many years of hard work. Slightly taller in stature, the cleft of her buttocks was visible above the line of the water. The soap-smothered hands went all the way down to that line and Elizabeth wondered if she dared to turn around. The hand pulling at her shoulder told her it was time to do so. She could not resist and turned, lifting her head high, proud to display her breasts for washing.Charity took longer to bathe Elizabeth's breasts, they were larger than hers and each woman was enjoying the sensations too much. But it had to come to an end, and she squatted down in the water to rinse her body.Elizabeth had not thought about the next step, as she and Charity stood looking at each other in the waist deep water. Nobody but her husband had ever seen her naked. And that only recently, by dim candlelight. But this was another woman, so their nakedness could not be sinful, could it?She took Charity by the hand and led her to the shallows, where it was only ankle deep. She looked with admiration at the youthful body and bade her turn around. Kneeling, she began to soap the slender legs, gradually moving higher. When she reached her buttocks, she deliberately kneaded them, then slipped her hand down the cleft. She heard Charity let out a small gasp as the digits came close to touching her nether lips.Charity turned around to face her Mistress. Whose attention was taken by the dark brown bush of pubic hair in front of her face. As she began the washing process, with both hands around one ankle, the girl slid her feet further apart. Elizabeth soaped first to one knee, then to the other. Moving up the left thigh, she avoided the girl's pussy and soaped over the hip. She repeated this process on the right-hand side.As the woman worked, Charity felt her heavier than usual breath stirring the curls around her maidenhead. She widened her stance, hoping, nay inviting her Mistress to soap her there.Elizabeth's mouth was dry. She had never seen a naked woman, nor a pussy this close. She used her fingers to soap gently and thoroughly every inch and crevice. Charity almost fainted from her attentions.When Charity took her turn to bathe her Mistress, she spent longer at the task and by the time the fingers were delving their way between her labia Elizabeth's legs were shaking, She collapsed down into a kneeling position, legs spread and grabbed Charity's wrist, keeping her hand there."Don't stop Charity. I need to be clean there. I need to be washed and washed again. You must remove the evil from me."Charity did not understand what she meant, but her insistence that she continue was clear. She moved her fingers, the soap long since dropped, touching, feeling the skin and hair, exploring the lips and the stiffened spot that seemed to bring forth groans from Elizabeth.She was shocked when Elizabeth reached an orgasm. Frightened even. Was her Mistress possessed? What was happening to her? She bravely fought the urge to stand up and run away.Elizabeth opened her eyes and saw the concern on Charity's face. She smiled wanly and reassured her, "It's all right child. The evil is out of me now. Thank you."Understanding that her Mistress was indeed recovered, she now wondered about the feelings that she herself had experienced earlier. Wash she too harboring evil?"Mistress, I am frightened! Perhaps I too have need of such cleansing?"Elizabeth smiled, "I doubt that child. You are too pure to be concerned about evil touching you.""But, perhaps that is why I am in need. Would not the Devil choose someone above suspicion as a host?" She spread her legs, looking down for any visible signs that evil resided therein.To Elizabeth, this sudden unbidden display of Charity's womanly parts was fascinating. They appeared much the same as hers, yet as she remained a virgin, quite different. Before she even knew that she was doing it, her hand was there, fingers touching the warm flesh. Watching carefully as they traced the outline of the girl's sex, noting that the moisture was growing rapidly, the lips having turned puffy. She felt the urge to enter her with a finger, but knew this would be wrong, damaging to her virginity. Instead, she concentrated on rubbing the lips and that little sensitive bud that she found did so much.Charity fainted as her first ever orgasm hit her. Elizabeth had to cradle her head until she came around.The two women did not discuss their bathing trip. Nor did Elizabeth inform her husband. They were back at the house well before he arrived home, and the evening meal was awaiting his return.That evening, Charity's lesson with the Pastor was a little strange. He could tell something was troubling her, but he did not want to press her to talk until she was ready. Instead, he read her passages from the bible and asked her to explain, in her own words, what she thought they meant. Gradually, she relaxed, her mind occupied by the questions she was attempting to answer."You seem troubled, child. What concerns you?" He eventually asked her."Ah, Umm, it's, well, it's," she paused, unsure of how to explain her fears. But then she plunged on, hoping that the Pastor would be able to help, "Do you think that I could be possessed by the devil?"The pastor was taken aback by the question, but recovered quickly, "I, think that is very unlikely. You are a good girl. Pure and chaste. What makes you think otherwise?""Well, is it not true that the Devil can make people do things that are wrong?""It is true, yes.""Is it possible that He can fool a person into thinking that something that is wrong is, in fact, right and proper?""Well, that is possible I suppose, yes. But why would that relate to you? Surely you cannot have done anything that could be misinterpreted?""It is my thoughts and feelings that I am afraid are wrong.""Can you give me an example child?""Well, when the young men call out to me, it makes me feel, strange. I, welcome their attention and, sometimes wish they went further. It makes me feel pleasant"The Pastor coughed gently but did not speak.She tried to explain, "I know that marriage between a man and a woman is where all good people should hope to arrive, in order that their union may bring forth more members for the church congregation. I, wonder when I will meet a man who will take me for his wife. This wondering brings forth certain, feelings within me. I, I have never been told how children come about, but I believe it isn't simply by prayer? Which means, that something else must happen. I find myself wondering about what that could be, and I start to think about those young men. I wonder about asking them, perhaps that can enlighten me?"Pastor Smith was aware that this intelligent young woman was becoming dangerously interested in men. She clearly had not been told about the mechanics of sexual union between a man and his wife, but he was sure that her observations of the farm animals that she must see regularly would eventually provide her with answers. She will then know, or at least guess, what happens in the bedroom."I'm sure that they could enlighten you. But not necessarily in a way that I would approve of. I do not wish to embarrass you, but your beauty and grace are extremely attractive to young men and it is bound to rouse their passions. Such passions within marriage are acceptable. But outside marriage," he left the sentence unfinished.Unfinished, not for effect, but because of the certain dark thoughts that were crowding in on him. She was there, within feet of him across the table wearing that thin shift. Her nipples were poking through, her breasts heaved as she breathed deeply and explained her feelings. And, as she licked her lips, moistening the pretty pink orifice, his erection became painful."I think that we should pray for your strength to resist talking to these young men, and to conquer these feelings that you mention."She rose from the table and walked around to the fireplace, where the wooden cross hung. She knelt and, for the first time during their lessons, the Pastor joined her, kneeling slightly behind and to the left, so that she would not see his tumescent state. Too late, he realized that he could smell her scent. If he were to reach out, he would be able touch her, to caress her body through the thin cotton of her shift.He cleared his throat, "Hmm. Perhaps it would benefit if you were to prostrate yourself, my child."What devil possessed him to say that?So, Charity bent forward, placed her weight on her hands and then stretched her legs backwards, allowing her to lay down flat. Her shift rose up her legs as she moved and revealed her calves and the backs of her knees. The Pastor's right hand, sitting upon his own knee was only inches from her posterior. He just caught himself before it wandered there. He looked away from her bottom and saw the uncovered legs. His feelings of arousal were so strong that he was becoming light-headed. He re-directed his attention upwards, attempting to regain control, but then saw that the garment had slipped from one shoulder when she had lain down. The creamy, smooth flesh of her young body captivated him.Charity was panting heavily. She could not understand why, but as her body moved up and down with each breath, her breasts and nipples were sliding across the cotton. She was not praying; she was having those bad thoughts again.Pastor Smith persuaded himself that it would be acceptable to place a hand on Charity's shoulder as a comforting gesture. He spoke as he did so, "You must relax, child. Free your mind so that you may receive forgiveness."As the Pastor's hand rested on the bare skin of her shoulder, Charity shuddered. The hand was warm, yet rough from the hard years of his life. When he did not take it away, she began to feel a tingling sensation in her breasts, and, elsewhere. Her back arched a little as she involuntarily pressed her pubic region into the floor tile. Her knees parted and her arse raised a few inches before she pressed down again.The Pastor saw all of this and wondered at it. He wanted her. He wanted to enter her pure, virginal flesh, to ravage her.Almost crying with the pain of resisting temptation he spoke to her again, "Are you in pain my dear?""No!" she wailed. "I cannot control my body Pastor!""Then you must relax." He placed his hand on the back of her head and this seemed to have a calming effect. The movements ceased.Then, to be sure that she was starting to relax, he put his hand back on her shoulder. At first, she tensed, but then he felt the muscles soften and he heard her sigh. So, he stroked her gently and saw that her breathing was calming. Encouraged by this he placed his other hand on the opposite shoulder and repeated the same movements. Somehow, his hands accidentally moved the material aside so that now her upper back was uncovered. The tie string must have become undone, for as his hands moved rhythmically and gently across and down the silky skin, the neckline of the garment moved lower until her shoulder blades were exposed.Pastor Smith knew that what he was doing was wrong, but he could not help himself; in one movement he swung his leg across Charity's body and knelt astride her. He remained kneeling upright, with his hard cock thrusting out the front of his breeches only inches from the young woman. He moved the shift lower still as he caressed her.Although the garment was now lowered to the middle of her back, Charity's breasts were keeping the material at the front firmly in place, but by now the Pastor could see the sides of them, the swellings flattened out upon the floor. He knew that the shift would not move any further as the sleeves were now holding it tight and he felt a slight sense of relief. But then, as he continued his motions on the exposed flesh, his arm made contact with his manhood. Without thinking, leaving one hand on Charity, the other wrapped itself around the breeches covered shaft.Any pretense that he was helping Charity was, at this point, destroyed. He was now in a land of sin and wickedness from which there was no escape. Her innocence was allowing him to take control of her body and he wanted to see and feel more.Attempting to be firm and commanding, yet sounding as though he was coking, she said, "Your arms look tense. Take them out of the sleeves and I will ease them for you."Charity complied immediately, careful not to expose breasts and shock the Pastor with their nudity.Pastor Smith returned his hands to her shoulders and moved them outwards along the outstretched arms. He had to lean forward to do this and, for the first time, his sheathed cock rubbed against Charity's back.The young woman was aware that the Pastor had straddled her, presumably to make it easier for him to, stroke her? She felt a momentary hardness digging into her spine, which returned every now and again as he caressed her arms.The Pastor's hands returned to the lower parts of Charity's back and she felt him shuffle backwards as he moved lower. Then she felt the insistent tugging of the shift on her breasts. It, it was sliding out from beneath them! The cold of the floor made her gasp and her hips bucked in response. A response which brought her buttocks into full contact with that hardness that she had felt before. Shortly after her hips dropped back down, that hardness regained contact and remain pressed there.It was all the Pastor could do not to hump against the deliciously soft and curvy rump that his manhood was now resting against. Indeed, he pressed a little harder as he brought his hands further down her body, dragging the material with them. Now, with the material clear of her breasts, he could slide his hands up her sides, fingertips feeling the softer flesh. Charity moaned.Pastor Smith was in a quandary; looking down he could see the hint of Charity's buttock cleavage. He wanted to feel the flesh there now, but it would mean that he had to give up the delightful feeling of his cock resting there. Her deep moan made up his mind and he shuffled down her legs. He made no attempt to disguise his actions as he tugged the material clear of her arse, which to him looked perfect. Perfect for mauling. Which he did

Accepting Charity: Part 2

Steamy Stories

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 15, 2024

A Puritan Minister's Marriage Succumbs to Natural Sexuality.By RomanCEisdead2. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The next day, Elizabeth's mind was in turmoil. Her actions of the night before were bad enough, but the feelings and thrill she gained from those actions had to be sinful. She felt as though she had acted like the Devil's Whore.The Pastor's libido was satisfied for the next few days after such a strenuous evening. However, once that time passed, he found himself once more becoming aroused by Charity during their evening lessons. He retired to bed, determined to gain release with his wife. However, her behavior was muted and without speaking her actions insisted that their intimacy return to their normal form.Whilst the Pastor was initially sated, subsequent evenings (although resulting in orgasm), left him feeling disappointed that his wife would not participate more freely.While Elizabeth had become cool and unresponsive to her husband's advances, she could understand that his desires were kindled by Charity. She was a sweet young woman. Hard working, diligent, obedient, Godly. She was all these things and more; her face had a natural beauty and when she walked it was with a lithesome grace. The Pastor's wife found herself wishing she had looked like her at the age of 18, but this was not jealousy so much as admiration. She quickly became fond of the girl and while she was a servant, she accepted her as more of a companion.It was during a warmer early Summer month that Elizabeth suggested a bath. Not their usual weekly wash, but bathing in the nearby river. She knew of a little used path that led to a deep, yet relatively still pool which had been created during heavy rains. It was remote, away from regular paths and therefore away from prying eyes. They arranged to go there on the next occasion that the Pastor was away for the day on parish business.It was mid-morning, after the necessary chores had been completed that the two women set off. Charity had never been far from her Father's home and had been even less distance since joining the Pastor and his wife. So, this felt quite an adventure for the young woman. The journey was only about half an hour, but in that time, they had crossed several fields and gone through two areas of woodland. When they arrived at the river it came as a surprise; one moment they were walking through dappled woodland and then suddenly there was a river with trees on the other side. They moved along the bank a short distance and found the pool. It was calm and the bank leading down to it was a shallow slope.In a happy mood, both women took off their shoes and stripped down to their shifts. But before they entered the water, Elizabeth reached into a small bag she had brought with her."I have a gift for you Charity," she said."For me?""Yes." She took her hand out of the bag and held out the gift to Charity."What is it Mistress?""Soap. Not the kind for washing clothes, but the type used for gentlewomen to bathe with."Charity's mouth formed a perfect O at the wonder that some people had such things and that furthermore she was being presented with it."Come, let us enter the water."Elizabeth invited Charity to step down first. She then took Elizabeth's hand and helped her down into the cool water. They took their time getting into the deepest point, getting used to the temperature. The river pool came up to around their waist, soaking the lower part of their shifts.Now that they were in the water, Elizabeth realized she hadn't thought about how each of the women would bathe, but as Charity dipped down, soaking the remainder of her shift, she heard herself say, "Perhaps you had better remove you shift and turn around, then I can soap your back.Charity paused, wondering if she had heard correctly, but her mistress was obviously waiting, so she reached down and raised it up over her head. Elizabeth held back a gasp when the young woman's breasts came into view. All too quickly she had turned around, so the soaping began.After doing Charity's neck, shoulders, back and hips, the young woman dipped down into the water to wash the suds away. Elizabeth bade her to turn around and with a deep breath began to soap her upper chest, moving down slowly onto her breasts.Charity just stood and watched as her mistress's hands moved downwards and contacted her nipples, made stiff by the cool waters. She shivered, but not from the cold. Eventually the hands moved further down and eventually reached her quivering stomach, where she stopped.After another cleansing dip, Charity spoke, "Perhaps it is my turn to soap you mistress?"Elizabeth's shift joined Charity's on the riverbank, and she turned her back for the girl to bathe it.Charity worked swiftly, soaping Elizabeth's neck and shoulders. She marveled at the older woman's strong musculature, gained from many years of hard work. Slightly taller in stature, the cleft of her buttocks was visible above the line of the water. The soap-smothered hands went all the way down to that line and Elizabeth wondered if she dared to turn around. The hand pulling at her shoulder told her it was time to do so. She could not resist and turned, lifting her head high, proud to display her breasts for washing.Charity took longer to bathe Elizabeth's breasts, they were larger than hers and each woman was enjoying the sensations too much. But it had to come to an end, and she squatted down in the water to rinse her body.Elizabeth had not thought about the next step, as she and Charity stood looking at each other in the waist deep water. Nobody but her husband had ever seen her naked. And that only recently, by dim candlelight. But this was another woman, so their nakedness could not be sinful, could it?She took Charity by the hand and led her to the shallows, where it was only ankle deep. She looked with admiration at the youthful body and bade her turn around. Kneeling, she began to soap the slender legs, gradually moving higher. When she reached her buttocks, she deliberately kneaded them, then slipped her hand down the cleft. She heard Charity let out a small gasp as the digits came close to touching her nether lips.Charity turned around to face her Mistress. Whose attention was taken by the dark brown bush of pubic hair in front of her face. As she began the washing process, with both hands around one ankle, the girl slid her feet further apart. Elizabeth soaped first to one knee, then to the other. Moving up the left thigh, she avoided the girl's pussy and soaped over the hip. She repeated this process on the right-hand side.As the woman worked, Charity felt her heavier than usual breath stirring the curls around her maidenhead. She widened her stance, hoping, nay inviting her Mistress to soap her there.Elizabeth's mouth was dry. She had never seen a naked woman, nor a pussy this close. She used her fingers to soap gently and thoroughly every inch and crevice. Charity almost fainted from her attentions.When Charity took her turn to bathe her Mistress, she spent longer at the task and by the time the fingers were delving their way between her labia Elizabeth's legs were shaking, She collapsed down into a kneeling position, legs spread and grabbed Charity's wrist, keeping her hand there."Don't stop Charity. I need to be clean there. I need to be washed and washed again. You must remove the evil from me."Charity did not understand what she meant, but her insistence that she continue was clear. She moved her fingers, the soap long since dropped, touching, feeling the skin and hair, exploring the lips and the stiffened spot that seemed to bring forth groans from Elizabeth.She was shocked when Elizabeth reached an orgasm. Frightened even. Was her Mistress possessed? What was happening to her? She bravely fought the urge to stand up and run away.Elizabeth opened her eyes and saw the concern on Charity's face. She smiled wanly and reassured her, "It's all right child. The evil is out of me now. Thank you."Understanding that her Mistress was indeed recovered, she now wondered about the feelings that she herself had experienced earlier. Wash she too harboring evil?"Mistress, I am frightened! Perhaps I too have need of such cleansing?"Elizabeth smiled, "I doubt that child. You are too pure to be concerned about evil touching you.""But, perhaps that is why I am in need. Would not the Devil choose someone above suspicion as a host?" She spread her legs, looking down for any visible signs that evil resided therein.To Elizabeth, this sudden unbidden display of Charity's womanly parts was fascinating. They appeared much the same as hers, yet as she remained a virgin, quite different. Before she even knew that she was doing it, her hand was there, fingers touching the warm flesh. Watching carefully as they traced the outline of the girl's sex, noting that the moisture was growing rapidly, the lips having turned puffy. She felt the urge to enter her with a finger, but knew this would be wrong, damaging to her virginity. Instead, she concentrated on rubbing the lips and that little sensitive bud that she found did so much.Charity fainted as her first ever orgasm hit her. Elizabeth had to cradle her head until she came around.The two women did not discuss their bathing trip. Nor did Elizabeth inform her husband. They were back at the house well before he arrived home, and the evening meal was awaiting his return.That evening, Charity's lesson with the Pastor was a little strange. He could tell something was troubling her, but he did not want to press her to talk until she was ready. Instead, he read her passages from the bible and asked her to explain, in her own words, what she thought they meant. Gradually, she relaxed, her mind occupied by the questions she was attempting to answer."You seem troubled, child. What concerns you?" He eventually asked her."Ah, Umm, it's, well, it's," she paused, unsure of how to explain her fears. But then she plunged on, hoping that the Pastor would be able to help, "Do you think that I could be possessed by the devil?"The pastor was taken aback by the question, but recovered quickly, "I, think that is very unlikely. You are a good girl. Pure and chaste. What makes you think otherwise?""Well, is it not true that the Devil can make people do things that are wrong?""It is true, yes.""Is it possible that He can fool a person into thinking that something that is wrong is, in fact, right and proper?""Well, that is possible I suppose, yes. But why would that relate to you? Surely you cannot have done anything that could be misinterpreted?""It is my thoughts and feelings that I am afraid are wrong.""Can you give me an example child?""Well, when the young men call out to me, it makes me feel, strange. I, welcome their attention and, sometimes wish they went further. It makes me feel pleasant"The Pastor coughed gently but did not speak.She tried to explain, "I know that marriage between a man and a woman is where all good people should hope to arrive, in order that their union may bring forth more members for the church congregation. I, wonder when I will meet a man who will take me for his wife. This wondering brings forth certain, feelings within me. I, I have never been told how children come about, but I believe it isn't simply by prayer? Which means, that something else must happen. I find myself wondering about what that could be, and I start to think about those young men. I wonder about asking them, perhaps that can enlighten me?"Pastor Smith was aware that this intelligent young woman was becoming dangerously interested in men. She clearly had not been told about the mechanics of sexual union between a man and his wife, but he was sure that her observations of the farm animals that she must see regularly would eventually provide her with answers. She will then know, or at least guess, what happens in the bedroom."I'm sure that they could enlighten you. But not necessarily in a way that I would approve of. I do not wish to embarrass you, but your beauty and grace are extremely attractive to young men and it is bound to rouse their passions. Such passions within marriage are acceptable. But outside marriage," he left the sentence unfinished.Unfinished, not for effect, but because of the certain dark thoughts that were crowding in on him. She was there, within feet of him across the table wearing that thin shift. Her nipples were poking through, her breasts heaved as she breathed deeply and explained her feelings. And, as she licked her lips, moistening the pretty pink orifice, his erection became painful."I think that we should pray for your strength to resist talking to these young men, and to conquer these feelings that you mention."She rose from the table and walked around to the fireplace, where the wooden cross hung. She knelt and, for the first time during their lessons, the Pastor joined her, kneeling slightly behind and to the left, so that she would not see his tumescent state. Too late, he realized that he could smell her scent. If he were to reach out, he would be able touch her, to caress her body through the thin cotton of her shift.He cleared his throat, "Hmm. Perhaps it would benefit if you were to prostrate yourself, my child."What devil possessed him to say that?So, Charity bent forward, placed her weight on her hands and then stretched her legs backwards, allowing her to lay down flat. Her shift rose up her legs as she moved and revealed her calves and the backs of her knees. The Pastor's right hand, sitting upon his own knee was only inches from her posterior. He just caught himself before it wandered there. He looked away from her bottom and saw the uncovered legs. His feelings of arousal were so strong that he was becoming light-headed. He re-directed his attention upwards, attempting to regain control, but then saw that the garment had slipped from one shoulder when she had lain down. The creamy, smooth flesh of her young body captivated him.Charity was panting heavily. She could not understand why, but as her body moved up and down with each breath, her breasts and nipples were sliding across the cotton. She was not praying; she was having those bad thoughts again.Pastor Smith persuaded himself that it would be acceptable to place a hand on Charity's shoulder as a comforting gesture. He spoke as he did so, "You must relax, child. Free your mind so that you may receive forgiveness."As the Pastor's hand rested on the bare skin of her shoulder, Charity shuddered. The hand was warm, yet rough from the hard years of his life. When he did not take it away, she began to feel a tingling sensation in her breasts, and, elsewhere. Her back arched a little as she involuntarily pressed her pubic region into the floor tile. Her knees parted and her arse raised a few inches before she pressed down again.The Pastor saw all of this and wondered at it. He wanted her. He wanted to enter her pure, virginal flesh, to ravage her.Almost crying with the pain of resisting temptation he spoke to her again, "Are you in pain my dear?""No!" she wailed. "I cannot control my body Pastor!""Then you must relax." He placed his hand on the back of her head and this seemed to have a calming effect. The movements ceased.Then, to be sure that she was starting to relax, he put his hand back on her shoulder. At first, she tensed, but then he felt the muscles soften and he heard her sigh. So, he stroked her gently and saw that her breathing was calming. Encouraged by this he placed his other hand on the opposite shoulder and repeated the same movements. Somehow, his hands accidentally moved the material aside so that now her upper back was uncovered. The tie string must have become undone, for as his hands moved rhythmically and gently across and down the silky skin, the neckline of the garment moved lower until her shoulder blades were exposed.Pastor Smith knew that what he was doing was wrong, but he could not help himself; in one movement he swung his leg across Charity's body and knelt astride her. He remained kneeling upright, with his hard cock thrusting out the front of his breeches only inches from the young woman. He moved the shift lower still as he caressed her.Although the garment was now lowered to the middle of her back, Charity's breasts were keeping the material at the front firmly in place, but by now the Pastor could see the sides of them, the swellings flattened out upon the floor. He knew that the shift would not move any further as the sleeves were now holding it tight and he felt a slight sense of relief. But then, as he continued his motions on the exposed flesh, his arm made contact with his manhood. Without thinking, leaving one hand on Charity, the other wrapped itself around the breeches covered shaft.Any pretense that he was helping Charity was, at this point, destroyed. He was now in a land of sin and wickedness from which there was no escape. Her innocence was allowing him to take control of her body and he wanted to see and feel more.Attempting to be firm and commanding, yet sounding as though he was coking, she said, "Your arms look tense. Take them out of the sleeves and I will ease them for you."Charity complied immediately, careful not to expose breasts and shock the Pastor with their nudity.Pastor Smith returned his hands to her shoulders and moved them outwards along the outstretched arms. He had to lean forward to do this and, for the first time, his sheathed cock rubbed against Charity's back.The young woman was aware that the Pastor had straddled her, presumably to make it easier for him to, stroke her? She felt a momentary hardness digging into her spine, which returned every now and again as he caressed her arms.The Pastor's hands returned to the lower parts of Charity's back and she felt him shuffle backwards as he moved lower. Then she felt the insistent tugging of the shift on her breasts. It, it was sliding out from beneath them! The cold of the floor made her gasp and her hips bucked in response. A response which brought her buttocks into full contact with that hardness that she had felt before. Shortly after her hips dropped back down, that hardness regained contact and remain pressed there.It was all the Pastor could do not to hump against the deliciously soft and curvy rump that his manhood was now resting against. Indeed, he pressed a little harder as he brought his hands further down her body, dragging the material with them. Now, with the material clear of her breasts, he could slide his hands up her sides, fingertips feeling the softer flesh. Charity moaned.Pastor Smith was in a quandary; looking down he could see the hint of Charity's buttock cleavage. He wanted to feel the flesh there now, but it would mean that he had to give up the delightful feeling of his cock resting there. Her deep moan made up his mind and he shuffled down her legs. He made no attempt to disguise his actions as he tugged the material clear of her arse, which to him looked perfect. Perfect for mauling. Which he did with a zeal. He

Accepting Charity: Part 2

Steamy Stories

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 15, 2024

A Puritan Minister's Marriage Succumbs to Natural Sexuality.By RomanCEisdead2. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The next day, Elizabeth's mind was in turmoil. Her actions of the night before were bad enough, but the feelings and thrill she gained from those actions had to be sinful. She felt as though she had acted like the Devil's Whore.The Pastor's libido was satisfied for the next few days after such a strenuous evening. However, once that time passed, he found himself once more becoming aroused by Charity during their evening lessons. He retired to bed, determined to gain release with his wife. However, her behavior was muted and without speaking her actions insisted that their intimacy return to their normal form.Whilst the Pastor was initially sated, subsequent evenings (although resulting in orgasm), left him feeling disappointed that his wife would not participate more freely.While Elizabeth had become cool and unresponsive to her husband's advances, she could understand that his desires were kindled by Charity. She was a sweet young woman. Hard working, diligent, obedient, Godly. She was all these things and more; her face had a natural beauty and when she walked it was with a lithesome grace. The Pastor's wife found herself wishing she had looked like her at the age of 18, but this was not jealousy so much as admiration. She quickly became fond of the girl and while she was a servant, she accepted her as more of a companion.It was during a warmer early Summer month that Elizabeth suggested a bath. Not their usual weekly wash, but bathing in the nearby river. She knew of a little used path that led to a deep, yet relatively still pool which had been created during heavy rains. It was remote, away from regular paths and therefore away from prying eyes. They arranged to go there on the next occasion that the Pastor was away for the day on parish business.It was mid-morning, after the necessary chores had been completed that the two women set off. Charity had never been far from her Father's home and had been even less distance since joining the Pastor and his wife. So, this felt quite an adventure for the young woman. The journey was only about half an hour, but in that time, they had crossed several fields and gone through two areas of woodland. When they arrived at the river it came as a surprise; one moment they were walking through dappled woodland and then suddenly there was a river with trees on the other side. They moved along the bank a short distance and found the pool. It was calm and the bank leading down to it was a shallow slope.In a happy mood, both women took off their shoes and stripped down to their shifts. But before they entered the water, Elizabeth reached into a small bag she had brought with her."I have a gift for you Charity," she said."For me?""Yes." She took her hand out of the bag and held out the gift to Charity."What is it Mistress?""Soap. Not the kind for washing clothes, but the type used for gentlewomen to bathe with."Charity's mouth formed a perfect O at the wonder that some people had such things and that furthermore she was being presented with it."Come, let us enter the water."Elizabeth invited Charity to step down first. She then took Elizabeth's hand and helped her down into the cool water. They took their time getting into the deepest point, getting used to the temperature. The river pool came up to around their waist, soaking the lower part of their shifts.Now that they were in the water, Elizabeth realized she hadn't thought about how each of the women would bathe, but as Charity dipped down, soaking the remainder of her shift, she heard herself say, "Perhaps you had better remove you shift and turn around, then I can soap your back.Charity paused, wondering if she had heard correctly, but her mistress was obviously waiting, so she reached down and raised it up over her head. Elizabeth held back a gasp when the young woman's breasts came into view. All too quickly she had turned around, so the soaping began.After doing Charity's neck, shoulders, back and hips, the young woman dipped down into the water to wash the suds away. Elizabeth bade her to turn around and with a deep breath began to soap her upper chest, moving down slowly onto her breasts.Charity just stood and watched as her mistress's hands moved downwards and contacted her nipples, made stiff by the cool waters. She shivered, but not from the cold. Eventually the hands moved further down and eventually reached her quivering stomach, where she stopped.After another cleansing dip, Charity spoke, "Perhaps it is my turn to soap you mistress?"Elizabeth's shift joined Charity's on the riverbank, and she turned her back for the girl to bathe it.Charity worked swiftly, soaping Elizabeth's neck and shoulders. She marveled at the older woman's strong musculature, gained from many years of hard work. Slightly taller in stature, the cleft of her buttocks was visible above the line of the water. The soap-smothered hands went all the way down to that line and Elizabeth wondered if she dared to turn around. The hand pulling at her shoulder told her it was time to do so. She could not resist and turned, lifting her head high, proud to display her breasts for washing.Charity took longer to bathe Elizabeth's breasts, they were larger than hers and each woman was enjoying the sensations too much. But it had to come to an end, and she squatted down in the water to rinse her body.Elizabeth had not thought about the next step, as she and Charity stood looking at each other in the waist deep water. Nobody but her husband had ever seen her naked. And that only recently, by dim candlelight. But this was another woman, so their nakedness could not be sinful, could it?She took Charity by the hand and led her to the shallows, where it was only ankle deep. She looked with admiration at the youthful body and bade her turn around. Kneeling, she began to soap the slender legs, gradually moving higher. When she reached her buttocks, she deliberately kneaded them, then slipped her hand down the cleft. She heard Charity let out a small gasp as the digits came close to touching her nether lips.Charity turned around to face her Mistress. Whose attention was taken by the dark brown bush of pubic hair in front of her face. As she began the washing process, with both hands around one ankle, the girl slid her feet further apart. Elizabeth soaped first to one knee, then to the other. Moving up the left thigh, she avoided the girl's pussy and soaped over the hip. She repeated this process on the right-hand side.As the woman worked, Charity felt her heavier than usual breath stirring the curls around her maidenhead. She widened her stance, hoping, nay inviting her Mistress to soap her there.Elizabeth's mouth was dry. She had never seen a naked woman, nor a pussy this close. She used her fingers to soap gently and thoroughly every inch and crevice. Charity almost fainted from her attentions.When Charity took her turn to bathe her Mistress, she spent longer at the task and by the time the fingers were delving their way between her labia Elizabeth's legs were shaking, She collapsed down into a kneeling position, legs spread and grabbed Charity's wrist, keeping her hand there."Don't stop Charity. I need to be clean there. I need to be washed and washed again. You must remove the evil from me."Charity did not understand what she meant, but her insistence that she continue was clear. She moved her fingers, the soap long since dropped, touching, feeling the skin and hair, exploring the lips and the stiffened spot that seemed to bring forth groans from Elizabeth.She was shocked when Elizabeth reached an orgasm. Frightened even. Was her Mistress possessed? What was happening to her? She bravely fought the urge to stand up and run away.Elizabeth opened her eyes and saw the concern on Charity's face. She smiled wanly and reassured her, "It's all right child. The evil is out of me now. Thank you."Understanding that her Mistress was indeed recovered, she now wondered about the feelings that she herself had experienced earlier. Wash she too harboring evil?"Mistress, I am frightened! Perhaps I too have need of such cleansing?"Elizabeth smiled, "I doubt that child. You are too pure to be concerned about evil touching you.""But, perhaps that is why I am in need. Would not the Devil choose someone above suspicion as a host?" She spread her legs, looking down for any visible signs that evil resided therein.To Elizabeth, this sudden unbidden display of Charity's womanly parts was fascinating. They appeared much the same as hers, yet as she remained a virgin, quite different. Before she even knew that she was doing it, her hand was there, fingers touching the warm flesh. Watching carefully as they traced the outline of the girl's sex, noting that the moisture was growing rapidly, the lips having turned puffy. She felt the urge to enter her with a finger, but knew this would be wrong, damaging to her virginity. Instead, she concentrated on rubbing the lips and that little sensitive bud that she found did so much.Charity fainted as her first ever orgasm hit her. Elizabeth had to cradle her head until she came around.The two women did not discuss their bathing trip. Nor did Elizabeth inform her husband. They were back at the house well before he arrived home, and the evening meal was awaiting his return.That evening, Charity's lesson with the Pastor was a little strange. He could tell something was troubling her, but he did not want to press her to talk until she was ready. Instead, he read her passages from the bible and asked her to explain, in her own words, what she thought they meant. Gradually, she relaxed, her mind occupied by the questions she was attempting to answer."You seem troubled, child. What concerns you?" He eventually asked her."Ah, Umm, it's, well, it's," she paused, unsure of how to explain her fears. But then she plunged on, hoping that the Pastor would be able to help, "Do you think that I could be possessed by the devil?"The pastor was taken aback by the question, but recovered quickly, "I, think that is very unlikely. You are a good girl. Pure and chaste. What makes you think otherwise?""Well, is it not true that the Devil can make people do things that are wrong?""It is true, yes.""Is it possible that He can fool a person into thinking that something that is wrong is, in fact, right and proper?""Well, that is possible I suppose, yes. But why would that relate to you? Surely you cannot have done anything that could be misinterpreted?""It is my thoughts and feelings that I am afraid are wrong.""Can you give me an example child?""Well, when the young men call out to me, it makes me feel, strange. I, welcome their attention and, sometimes wish they went further. It makes me feel pleasant"The Pastor coughed gently but did not speak.She tried to explain, "I know that marriage between a man and a woman is where all good people should hope to arrive, in order that their union may bring forth more members for the church congregation. I, wonder when I will meet a man who will take me for his wife. This wondering brings forth certain, feelings within me. I, I have never been told how children come about, but I believe it isn't simply by prayer? Which means, that something else must happen. I find myself wondering about what that could be, and I start to think about those young men. I wonder about asking them, perhaps that can enlighten me?"Pastor Smith was aware that this intelligent young woman was becoming dangerously interested in men. She clearly had not been told about the mechanics of sexual union between a man and his wife, but he was sure that her observations of the farm animals that she must see regularly would eventually provide her with answers. She will then know, or at least guess, what happens in the bedroom."I'm sure that they could enlighten you. But not necessarily in a way that I would approve of. I do not wish to embarrass you, but your beauty and grace are extremely attractive to young men and it is bound to rouse their passions. Such passions within marriage are acceptable. But outside marriage," he left the sentence unfinished.Unfinished, not for effect, but because of the certain dark thoughts that were crowding in on him. She was there, within feet of him across the table wearing that thin shift. Her nipples were poking through, her breasts heaved as she breathed deeply and explained her feelings. And, as she licked her lips, moistening the pretty pink orifice, his erection became painful."I think that we should pray for your strength to resist talking to these young men, and to conquer these feelings that you mention."She rose from the table and walked around to the fireplace, where the wooden cross hung. She knelt and, for the first time during their lessons, the Pastor joined her, kneeling slightly behind and to the left, so that she would not see his tumescent state. Too late, he realized that he could smell her scent. If he were to reach out, he would be able touch her, to caress her body through the thin cotton of her shift.He cleared his throat, "Hmm. Perhaps it would benefit if you were to prostrate yourself, my child."What devil possessed him to say that?So, Charity bent forward, placed her weight on her hands and then stretched her legs backwards, allowing her to lay down flat. Her shift rose up her legs as she moved and revealed her calves and the backs of her knees. The Pastor's right hand, sitting upon his own knee was only inches from her posterior. He just caught himself before it wandered there. He looked away from her bottom and saw the uncovered legs. His feelings of arousal were so strong that he was becoming light-headed. He re-directed his attention upwards, attempting to regain control, but then saw that the garment had slipped from one shoulder when she had lain down. The creamy, smooth flesh of her young body captivated him.Charity was panting heavily. She could not understand why, but as her body moved up and down with each breath, her breasts and nipples were sliding across the cotton. She was not praying; she was having those bad thoughts again.Pastor Smith persuaded himself that it would be acceptable to place a hand on Charity's shoulder as a comforting gesture. He spoke as he did so, "You must relax, child. Free your mind so that you may receive forgiveness."As the Pastor's hand rested on the bare skin of her shoulder, Charity shuddered. The hand was warm, yet rough from the hard years of his life. When he did not take it away, she began to feel a tingling sensation in her breasts, and, elsewhere. Her back arched a little as she involuntarily pressed her pubic region into the floor tile. Her knees parted and her arse raised a few inches before she pressed down again.The Pastor saw all of this and wondered at it. He wanted her. He wanted to enter her pure, virginal flesh, to ravage her.Almost crying with the pain of resisting temptation he spoke to her again, "Are you in pain my dear?""No!" she wailed. "I cannot control my body Pastor!""Then you must relax." He placed his hand on the back of her head and this seemed to have a calming effect. The movements ceased.Then, to be sure that she was starting to relax, he put his hand back on her shoulder. At first, she tensed, but then he felt the muscles soften and he heard her sigh. So, he stroked her gently and saw that her breathing was calming. Encouraged by this he placed his other hand on the opposite shoulder and repeated the same movements. Somehow, his hands accidentally moved the material aside so that now her upper back was uncovered. The tie string must have become undone, for as his hands moved rhythmically and gently across and down the silky skin, the neckline of the garment moved lower until her shoulder blades were exposed.Pastor Smith knew that what he was doing was wrong, but he could not help himself; in one movement he swung his leg across Charity's body and knelt astride her. He remained kneeling upright, with his hard cock thrusting out the front of his breeches only inches from the young woman. He moved the shift lower still as he caressed her.Although the garment was now lowered to the middle of her back, Charity's breasts were keeping the material at the front firmly in place, but by now the Pastor could see the sides of them, the swellings flattened out upon the floor. He knew that the shift would not move any further as the sleeves were now holding it tight and he felt a slight sense of relief. But then, as he continued his motions on the exposed flesh, his arm made contact with his manhood. Without thinking, leaving one hand on Charity, the other wrapped itself around the breeches covered shaft.Any pretense that he was helping Charity was, at this point, destroyed. He was now in a land of sin and wickedness from which there was no escape. Her innocence was allowing him to take control of her body and he wanted to see and feel more.Attempting to be firm and commanding, yet sounding as though he was coking, she said, "Your arms look tense. Take them out of the sleeves and I will ease them for you."Charity complied immediately, careful not to expose breasts and shock the Pastor with their nudity.Pastor Smith returned his hands to her shoulders and moved them outwards along the outstretched arms. He had to lean forward to do this and, for the first time, his sheathed cock rubbed against Charity's back.The young woman was aware that the Pastor had straddled her, presumably to make it easier for him to, stroke her? She felt a momentary hardness digging into her spine, which returned every now and again as he caressed her arms.The Pastor's hands returned to the lower parts of Charity's back and she felt him shuffle backwards as he moved lower. Then she felt the insistent tugging of the shift on her breasts. It, it was sliding out from beneath them! The cold of the floor made her gasp and her hips bucked in response. A response which brought her buttocks into full contact with that hardness that she had felt before. Shortly after her hips dropped back down, that hardness regained contact and remain pressed there.It was all the Pastor could do not to hump against the deliciously soft and curvy rump that his manhood was now resting against. Indeed, he pressed a little harder as he brought his hands further down her body, dragging the material with them. Now, with the material clear of her breasts, he could slide his hands up her sides, fingertips feeling the softer flesh. Charity moaned.Pastor Smith was in a quandary; looking down he could see the hint of Charity's buttock cleavage. He wanted to feel the flesh there now, but it would mean that he had to give up the delightful feeling of his cock resting there. Her deep moan made up his mind and he shuffled down her legs. He made no attempt to disguise his actions as he tugged the material clear of her arse, which to him looked perfect. Perfect for mauling. Which he did

Accepting Charity: Part 1

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 14, 2024

Accepting Charity: Part 1A Puritan virgin begins her journey.By RomanCEisdead2. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Charity BeginsCharles was a lowly cordwainer (a cobbler in modern terms). A religious man whose wife died during the plague outbreak in 1665. He lived in an isolated community in Essex, of England; with his only daughter, Charity.Age and failing eyesight meant that he could no longer make much of a living. He worried about his daughter who, having reached the age of 18 was still unmarried. His concerns were mainly because he had maintained her sheltered upbringing, deliberately keeping her away from other people, especially young men. The exception being the Pastor and his wife, who they usually saw on Sundays at the small building that served as a church for the local community.Realizing that he could no longer support both himself and Charity, Charles came up with an idea and at the next church meeting, he approached the Pastor."Pastor Smith, as you know, I'm getting old and my hands are tired and weak. I am unable to do as much as I used to, and my income is poor nowadays. I am a frugal man and I can survive on truly little, but I fear for my daughter Charity. She is a good girl, a hard worker and carries out all the household duties that her Mother used to do. I wonder, would it be asking too much if you could see your way to providing a roof over her head? She could work for her food and lodging, so you would not have to pay her. I'm sure that your wife would welcome such able help around the house.""Well William, I can understand your troubles. How old are you now? Sixty-two?""Sixty-seven Summers, this June Pastor. I feel fortunate that my father taught me to count when I was young, so that I could keep track as the years went by. People said he was foolish to do so, as I only need to count two shoes!" he joked."It's not surprising then that your body is struggling. Not many men make it to your age. As for your daughter, well, I had been thinking that Elizabeth could do with a little help. I had been thinking about a young woman to come in occasionally, but a permanent addition to our household? I will have to think about that. I will let you know next Sunday."William had not mentioned his idea to Charity yet, but he knew that he would have to broach the subject soon, because if the Pastor agreed, she might well not be accompanying him home in seven days' time. He prayed that the Pastor would agree, because he knew that Charity would be safe and looked after under their protection. She would be in a Christian environment, far from the temptations of the young farm hands in the area. But he just could not find the right time to explain his plan.One week later, Charles' prayers were answered when Pastor Smith confirmed his agreement to take Charity as a household servant and to continue her religious education. But now he had to explain to his daughter. She was waiting for him outside."Charity, I am old. I am tired and I can no longer earn enough to keep us both.""Oh! Father!" She was taken by surprise by this sudden admission. She had realized that her father was struggling but had hoped that God would help find a way to improve their situation."Ever since your Mother passed, bless her soul, all I have ever wanted to do is to provide for and protect you. I can no longer do this, so I have made a decision."Charity knew that he was about to tell her something that would change her life and she dreaded what she was going to hear."I have spoken to the Pastor and he has agreed to take you into his home as a servant, to help his wife in her daily duties. He has agreed to continue your religious education. I know that you will work hard and earn your keep. I know that you will be a good girl and make me proud.""Oh, Father! Are you sure? How will you manage without me?""I need very little child and I'm sure that I can earn just enough to feed myself.""But Father,""No "buts" my dear. I am afraid it must happen. I took the liberty of bringing your things with us today."Charity had wondered why her father had brought the sack with him. It was not exceptionally large, she only had three shifts and two changes of clothes and she was already wearing her best set."Ah Charity my dear. Are you ready to accompany us home?" The Pastor stood just behind her, his wife alongside him. She was a mousy, but pleasant woman. Her kindness shone through her dowdy appearance."Come along Charity, there is much to be done and we want to get you settled. Then I can begin to teach you your duties."Charity shed a single tear as she bade her father farewell, but more followed as she walked the short distance to the Pastor's house.It was not a large property. The garden had been mostly given over to the growing of vegetables for the table and fruit. Of course, these were all seasonal, so Elizabeth was adept at preserving produce for use during the Winter months.Once inside, Charity could see that the main room was dominated by the large fireplace. In the center was an oak table with bench seats on opposite sides. The floor was smooth stone and had clearly been scrubbed regularly.The Pastor's wife explained, "This is the room in which we live, eat and pray." She pointed to the steep steps in the corner, which led up to a simple door. "That is where Pastor Smith and I sleep."She turned and pointed, "That is the door that leads to the garden. This other door," again she pointed. "Will be your room." She walked across and unlatched it.The ceiling was low and the room small, made even smaller by the shelves opposite the bed, stacked with jars, bottles and food. Clearly, this was originally purposed as a pantry. Just beyond the bed, there was another, smaller door. Elizabeth opened this and showed Charity the Scullery.This was to be her home from now on.Charity was a handsome looking young woman and both Parson and Mrs. Smith could understand Charles' concerns for her welfare. The Pastor had promised to maintain her religious studies, but his work (both parochial and physical) meant that he could only spare the necessary time at the end of the day. So, while his wife retired up the tiny staircase to bed, He would sit with Charity in prayer and in religious discussion.Of course, as this was the end of the day, and Charity was expected to rise early to clear the fireplace and re-light it, she would ready herself for bed first. As for most people of the time, when a woman retired to bed, she wore her shift, the same one that she had been wearing throughout the day. She had three of the garments, two were worn alternately, with the third, and best, reserved for Sunday alone.It was possibly a week after Charity had started work at the Smith's house that, she was gradually given additional duties, one of which was to "put the fire to bed".The fireplace and fire were arguably the most important part of any household. It provided warmth in cold weather, dried damp clothing hung in front of it and was the source of heat for cooking and baking. Charity understood that being given this responsibility was a true sign of trust.So, on this evening, as Pastor Smith waited patiently, Charity crossed to the fireplace, hefted the large log that had been placed to the side and rolled it onto the embers. The fire had been allowed to burn down, so as not to waste fuel. The sleeper log would not burn easily, but would maintain an element of heat and, in the morning, would enable a rapid re-ignition of the fire.Pastor Smith watched Charity at work. They had a single candle for light to add to the glow of the fire. But when she rolled the log on, that light faded rapidly.Then, as Charity moved back away from the fire, she passed in front of the candle. Momentarily, her body was outlined through the thin linen material of her shift. The Pastor saw this and found it necessary to keep his eyes averted afterwards to prevent himself from staring at the region of her breasts.Distracted, they talked for a while and he asked her if she had any sins to confess."I'm not sure Pastor Smith. Because, perhaps, something that I do is a sin, and yet I do not know it?"The Pastor smiled, "Child, you show wisdom beyond your years, to question yourself in this way. Perhaps we should pray that you receive guidance from above."They had been sitting at the wooden table on a bench facing each other, having moved the candle between them. Charity moved towards the fireplace and knelt in front of the simple wooden cross that hung above it. She began her devotions.Pastor Smith watched her as she silently gave prayer. Now that she was facing away from him, he could allow his eyes to roam more freely, without fear of being espied. Charity's firm straight back showed the well-defined bones of her spine through the shift. As his eyes descended, they reached her posterior. She was sitting on the heels of her feet, with the toes pointing back toward him. For some reason, seeing the soles of her feet in this way he found sinfully arousing. Then, once she had finished her prayer, she began to get to her feet. The material of her shift hugged her buttocks as she rose on one knee and bent to stand.The Pastor cleared his throat and said, "You had better retire to your bed now child. I will sit here for a while longer. You may take the candle with you."The reality was that his erection would have been self-evident if he were to rise from the bench just now.The result of the evening prayer session was that the Pastor went to bed in a needful mood. Elizabeth, his wife, was already in bed, but still awake, awaiting her husband.He undressed quickly by the dim moonlight coming through the single, small window, but left his shirt on, this was what a man wore in bed, in the same way that the women wore their shift.He climbed under the covers, grateful that she had already warmed the bed."Wife, I find myself in need of you this evening," he whispered.Elizabeth was used to her husband's occasional "needs" and was well used to them, even though they had failed to produce a child of their own. After all, it was her wifely duty was it not? She would never admit such a thing to her husband, but, she quite liked it when he "needed" her.Pastor Smith tugged up Elizabeth's shift until it was around her waist. He then pulled up his shirt and moved across. She spread her legs as he climbed between them. Then thrilled as the back of his hand touched her as he presented the head of his penis to her womanhood. He pushed, then repositioned, and pushed again. This time, he gained entry and, slowly, penetrated to his full length.The Pastor was not forceful or rough, but he needed release quickly, so he was soon slapping his hips against his wife's body. His urgency and power were intoxicating to her and she began to experience sensations that were unfamiliar. Then, all too quickly for Elizabeth, he began jerking spasmodically and she knew he was about deposit his issue within her.The Pastor's teaching sessions with Charity continued each evening and the result for him was pretty much the same. She walked around in a thin shift and he was acutely aware that this was all that covered her youthful nakedness. Each time he had to send her to bed before he could rise from his seated position. His erections were powerful, and he had to hold it as he walked, lest the movements against his clothing became too much to bear. Elizabeth was called upon to do her wifely duty each night.Finally, she had to say something, "Husband, please be gentle I beseech you, for I am a little tender from your attentions of late. I know it is my wifely duty and I am keen to satisfy you, and happy to suffer if I must, but I fear you may not be aware."The Pastor understood and felt guilty. He had never spoken to Elizabeth about the actions between a man and his wife before, but his own needs outweighed his sense of propriety for once."I understand my dear. It would be callous of me not to take account of your feelings and thereby cause you discomfiture. But, perhaps there is a way,"Elizabeth was naïve when she married, not knowing anything about what a man and woman did in bed. Her Mother had informed her in only the vaguest of terms what was expected. Her new husband, the Pastor, was fortunately both gentle and understanding."What do you mean?" she asked.He coughed to clear his throat, "Please be assured my dear that I would never dare to mention such indelicacies for fear of shocking you, if it wasn't that I have the need and you are somewhat indisposed."After a pause, he continued, "A man can achieve issue by means other than union.""Oh," was all she could say."I will only explain such things if you are prepared to hear them. If you are not, then please speak out now and we shall never give them voice again.""Husband, I can tell this is difficult for you, but rest assured, as your loyal and loving wife I will do all that is necessary.""Good. And perhaps I should never have doubted that you would respond in that way."They were both lying beneath the bed covers. He pulled up his shirt to his waist and turned on his side towards her. He took hold of her hand and drew it downwards."This may shock you, so please be prepared. I am going to place your hand on my manhood. If at any time you feel uncomfortable with this, you must say so at once."He brought her hand to his penis and wrapped her fingers around it. She gasped and stiffened in shock. It was so big and hard and hot! With his hand clasping hers, there was no way that she could take it away, although after her initial reaction, that was the last thing she wanted to do.Elizabeth felt the blood pulsing through her husband's rod. Fascinated, she hardly even noticed as he began to move her hand up and down the shaft. She learned quickly what he wanted and continued when he took his hand away from hers. She lay on her right side and as she worked, her husband stroked up and down her covered arm. He wished just then that he could be feeling her naked flesh. The thought made him groan and his wife stopped her motions, wondering if she had hurt him."Don't stop. Don't stop!" he gasped. So, she continued.The Pastor's hand fell from her shoulder and alighted on her left breast. This time she gasped, as he squeezed. That shock was overwhelmed by the sudden jerking movements that came from her husband, accompanied by the wet stickiness that suddenly erupted, seemingly everywhere. She knew what this liquid was but was shocked at how much of it there was. Afterwards, she had to feel her way to the washstand to fetch a cloth with which to mop up. By the time she had finished, her husband was gently snoring. Elizabeth lay awake for some time, feeling awed by what had just happened.Charity became an invaluable member of the household within a noticeably short time and Elizabeth found that she was both a quick and able learner, as well as being thorough and hard working. One day, while watching her sweeping the floor, she asked if she was happy."Oh yes, Mistress! I am happy here. I get to see my Father at church each week and he seems to be well. But, well, if I am not being too bold, this has become my home now.""And do you find the Pastor's lessons helpful?""Oh, yes! He is a wise man. He explains passages of the bible that have long confused me. And he makes me think how the teachings therein relate to my own life. I find it wonderful!"Elizabeth was impressed both by her enthusiasm and devotion to her husband's teachings. Of course, she herself had known of his wisdom for the many years that they had been married.Later that evening, she found the opportunity to speak with her husband while Charity was fetching wood from the store outside. "Husband, you have made a great impression upon our young maidservant. She enthuses about your lessons and you now have a most loyal follower. But, perhaps, please forgive me if I suggest this, but perhaps you should be wary that she becomes infatuated with you?"The Pastor smiled, an exceedingly rare sight indeed, and replied, "I know the bible, I know men, yet I know little about women. For that I will always be grateful that I have you to guide me. I shall, as you suggest, be careful."That evening, the pastor found his moral strength sorely tested. For some reason, Charity's nipples appeared to be erect and he found himself unable to take his eyes from her breasts. His erection, hidden from her by the table between them; was painful now; and try as he might, he could not dissuade himself from dropping his hand beneath the table and squeezing it. He did not rub it, but the constant pressure brought him close to climax. He took his hand away to prevent this happening, but even then, he nearly released into his breeches.The Pastor only just kept track of what Charity was saying to him, "I find myself experiencing some odd thoughts. Particularly on Sunday after church when the young farm hands walk by. They make comments and laugh with each other and gaze back at me. I, I feel, that I want to be noticed by them. Is that a sin?"Unable to make coherent thought, he said, "What do you think, child?"Believing that the Pastor was testing her, Charity thought hard before answering."Perhaps, if I desire such attention, or encourage it, then that could be deemed a sin? I do not believe I have been guilty of either of these things. But, I feel happy when, they regard me. I, do not know why. Is it a sin to be happy in this way?"Pastor Smith watched Charity as she struggled with the problem. Knowing he had to give an answer, he said the first thing that came to him, "It cannot be a sin to be merely happy. Indeed, many might l

Accepting Charity: Part 1

Steamy Stories

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 14, 2024

Accepting Charity: Part 1A Puritan virgin begins her journey.By RomanCEisdead2. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Charity BeginsCharles was a lowly cordwainer (a cobbler in modern terms). A religious man whose wife died during the plague outbreak in 1665. He lived in an isolated community in Essex, of England; with his only daughter, Charity.Age and failing eyesight meant that he could no longer make much of a living. He worried about his daughter who, having reached the age of 18 was still unmarried. His concerns were mainly because he had maintained her sheltered upbringing, deliberately keeping her away from other people, especially young men. The exception being the Pastor and his wife, who they usually saw on Sundays at the small building that served as a church for the local community.Realizing that he could no longer support both himself and Charity, Charles came up with an idea and at the next church meeting, he approached the Pastor."Pastor Smith, as you know, I'm getting old and my hands are tired and weak. I am unable to do as much as I used to, and my income is poor nowadays. I am a frugal man and I can survive on truly little, but I fear for my daughter Charity. She is a good girl, a hard worker and carries out all the household duties that her Mother used to do. I wonder, would it be asking too much if you could see your way to providing a roof over her head? She could work for her food and lodging, so you would not have to pay her. I'm sure that your wife would welcome such able help around the house.""Well William, I can understand your troubles. How old are you now? Sixty-two?""Sixty-seven Summers, this June Pastor. I feel fortunate that my father taught me to count when I was young, so that I could keep track as the years went by. People said he was foolish to do so, as I only need to count two shoes!" he joked."It's not surprising then that your body is struggling. Not many men make it to your age. As for your daughter, well, I had been thinking that Elizabeth could do with a little help. I had been thinking about a young woman to come in occasionally, but a permanent addition to our household? I will have to think about that. I will let you know next Sunday."William had not mentioned his idea to Charity yet, but he knew that he would have to broach the subject soon, because if the Pastor agreed, she might well not be accompanying him home in seven days' time. He prayed that the Pastor would agree, because he knew that Charity would be safe and looked after under their protection. She would be in a Christian environment, far from the temptations of the young farm hands in the area. But he just could not find the right time to explain his plan.One week later, Charles' prayers were answered when Pastor Smith confirmed his agreement to take Charity as a household servant and to continue her religious education. But now he had to explain to his daughter. She was waiting for him outside."Charity, I am old. I am tired and I can no longer earn enough to keep us both.""Oh! Father!" She was taken by surprise by this sudden admission. She had realized that her father was struggling but had hoped that God would help find a way to improve their situation."Ever since your Mother passed, bless her soul, all I have ever wanted to do is to provide for and protect you. I can no longer do this, so I have made a decision."Charity knew that he was about to tell her something that would change her life and she dreaded what she was going to hear."I have spoken to the Pastor and he has agreed to take you into his home as a servant, to help his wife in her daily duties. He has agreed to continue your religious education. I know that you will work hard and earn your keep. I know that you will be a good girl and make me proud.""Oh, Father! Are you sure? How will you manage without me?""I need very little child and I'm sure that I can earn just enough to feed myself.""But Father,""No "buts" my dear. I am afraid it must happen. I took the liberty of bringing your things with us today."Charity had wondered why her father had brought the sack with him. It was not exceptionally large, she only had three shifts and two changes of clothes and she was already wearing her best set."Ah Charity my dear. Are you ready to accompany us home?" The Pastor stood just behind her, his wife alongside him. She was a mousy, but pleasant woman. Her kindness shone through her dowdy appearance."Come along Charity, there is much to be done and we want to get you settled. Then I can begin to teach you your duties."Charity shed a single tear as she bade her father farewell, but more followed as she walked the short distance to the Pastor's house.It was not a large property. The garden had been mostly given over to the growing of vegetables for the table and fruit. Of course, these were all seasonal, so Elizabeth was adept at preserving produce for use during the Winter months.Once inside, Charity could see that the main room was dominated by the large fireplace. In the center was an oak table with bench seats on opposite sides. The floor was smooth stone and had clearly been scrubbed regularly.The Pastor's wife explained, "This is the room in which we live, eat and pray." She pointed to the steep steps in the corner, which led up to a simple door. "That is where Pastor Smith and I sleep."She turned and pointed, "That is the door that leads to the garden. This other door," again she pointed. "Will be your room." She walked across and unlatched it.The ceiling was low and the room small, made even smaller by the shelves opposite the bed, stacked with jars, bottles and food. Clearly, this was originally purposed as a pantry. Just beyond the bed, there was another, smaller door. Elizabeth opened this and showed Charity the Scullery.This was to be her home from now on.Charity was a handsome looking young woman and both Parson and Mrs. Smith could understand Charles' concerns for her welfare. The Pastor had promised to maintain her religious studies, but his work (both parochial and physical) meant that he could only spare the necessary time at the end of the day. So, while his wife retired up the tiny staircase to bed, He would sit with Charity in prayer and in religious discussion.Of course, as this was the end of the day, and Charity was expected to rise early to clear the fireplace and re-light it, she would ready herself for bed first. As for most people of the time, when a woman retired to bed, she wore her shift, the same one that she had been wearing throughout the day. She had three of the garments, two were worn alternately, with the third, and best, reserved for Sunday alone.It was possibly a week after Charity had started work at the Smith's house that, she was gradually given additional duties, one of which was to "put the fire to bed".The fireplace and fire were arguably the most important part of any household. It provided warmth in cold weather, dried damp clothing hung in front of it and was the source of heat for cooking and baking. Charity understood that being given this responsibility was a true sign of trust.So, on this evening, as Pastor Smith waited patiently, Charity crossed to the fireplace, hefted the large log that had been placed to the side and rolled it onto the embers. The fire had been allowed to burn down, so as not to waste fuel. The sleeper log would not burn easily, but would maintain an element of heat and, in the morning, would enable a rapid re-ignition of the fire.Pastor Smith watched Charity at work. They had a single candle for light to add to the glow of the fire. But when she rolled the log on, that light faded rapidly.Then, as Charity moved back away from the fire, she passed in front of the candle. Momentarily, her body was outlined through the thin linen material of her shift. The Pastor saw this and found it necessary to keep his eyes averted afterwards to prevent himself from staring at the region of her breasts.Distracted, they talked for a while and he asked her if she had any sins to confess."I'm not sure Pastor Smith. Because, perhaps, something that I do is a sin, and yet I do not know it?"The Pastor smiled, "Child, you show wisdom beyond your years, to question yourself in this way. Perhaps we should pray that you receive guidance from above."They had been sitting at the wooden table on a bench facing each other, having moved the candle between them. Charity moved towards the fireplace and knelt in front of the simple wooden cross that hung above it. She began her devotions.Pastor Smith watched her as she silently gave prayer. Now that she was facing away from him, he could allow his eyes to roam more freely, without fear of being espied. Charity's firm straight back showed the well-defined bones of her spine through the shift. As his eyes descended, they reached her posterior. She was sitting on the heels of her feet, with the toes pointing back toward him. For some reason, seeing the soles of her feet in this way he found sinfully arousing. Then, once she had finished her prayer, she began to get to her feet. The material of her shift hugged her buttocks as she rose on one knee and bent to stand.The Pastor cleared his throat and said, "You had better retire to your bed now child. I will sit here for a while longer. You may take the candle with you."The reality was that his erection would have been self-evident if he were to rise from the bench just now.The result of the evening prayer session was that the Pastor went to bed in a needful mood. Elizabeth, his wife, was already in bed, but still awake, awaiting her husband.He undressed quickly by the dim moonlight coming through the single, small window, but left his shirt on, this was what a man wore in bed, in the same way that the women wore their shift.He climbed under the covers, grateful that she had already warmed the bed."Wife, I find myself in need of you this evening," he whispered.Elizabeth was used to her husband's occasional "needs" and was well used to them, even though they had failed to produce a child of their own. After all, it was her wifely duty was it not? She would never admit such a thing to her husband, but, she quite liked it when he "needed" her.Pastor Smith tugged up Elizabeth's shift until it was around her waist. He then pulled up his shirt and moved across. She spread her legs as he climbed between them. Then thrilled as the back of his hand touched her as he presented the head of his penis to her womanhood. He pushed, then repositioned, and pushed again. This time, he gained entry and, slowly, penetrated to his full length.The Pastor was not forceful or rough, but he needed release quickly, so he was soon slapping his hips against his wife's body. His urgency and power were intoxicating to her and she began to experience sensations that were unfamiliar. Then, all too quickly for Elizabeth, he began jerking spasmodically and she knew he was about deposit his issue within her.The Pastor's teaching sessions with Charity continued each evening and the result for him was pretty much the same. She walked around in a thin shift and he was acutely aware that this was all that covered her youthful nakedness. Each time he had to send her to bed before he could rise from his seated position. His erections were powerful, and he had to hold it as he walked, lest the movements against his clothing became too much to bear. Elizabeth was called upon to do her wifely duty each night.Finally, she had to say something, "Husband, please be gentle I beseech you, for I am a little tender from your attentions of late. I know it is my wifely duty and I am keen to satisfy you, and happy to suffer if I must, but I fear you may not be aware."The Pastor understood and felt guilty. He had never spoken to Elizabeth about the actions between a man and his wife before, but his own needs outweighed his sense of propriety for once."I understand my dear. It would be callous of me not to take account of your feelings and thereby cause you discomfiture. But, perhaps there is a way,"Elizabeth was naïve when she married, not knowing anything about what a man and woman did in bed. Her Mother had informed her in only the vaguest of terms what was expected. Her new husband, the Pastor, was fortunately both gentle and understanding."What do you mean?" she asked.He coughed to clear his throat, "Please be assured my dear that I would never dare to mention such indelicacies for fear of shocking you, if it wasn't that I have the need and you are somewhat indisposed."After a pause, he continued, "A man can achieve issue by means other than union.""Oh," was all she could say."I will only explain such things if you are prepared to hear them. If you are not, then please speak out now and we shall never give them voice again.""Husband, I can tell this is difficult for you, but rest assured, as your loyal and loving wife I will do all that is necessary.""Good. And perhaps I should never have doubted that you would respond in that way."They were both lying beneath the bed covers. He pulled up his shirt to his waist and turned on his side towards her. He took hold of her hand and drew it downwards."This may shock you, so please be prepared. I am going to place your hand on my manhood. If at any time you feel uncomfortable with this, you must say so at once."He brought her hand to his penis and wrapped her fingers around it. She gasped and stiffened in shock. It was so big and hard and hot! With his hand clasping hers, there was no way that she could take it away, although after her initial reaction, that was the last thing she wanted to do.Elizabeth felt the blood pulsing through her husband's rod. Fascinated, she hardly even noticed as he began to move her hand up and down the shaft. She learned quickly what he wanted and continued when he took his hand away from hers. She lay on her right side and as she worked, her husband stroked up and down her covered arm. He wished just then that he could be feeling her naked flesh. The thought made him groan and his wife stopped her motions, wondering if she had hurt him."Don't stop. Don't stop!" he gasped. So, she continued.The Pastor's hand fell from her shoulder and alighted on her left breast. This time she gasped, as he squeezed. That shock was overwhelmed by the sudden jerking movements that came from her husband, accompanied by the wet stickiness that suddenly erupted, seemingly everywhere. She knew what this liquid was but was shocked at how much of it there was. Afterwards, she had to feel her way to the washstand to fetch a cloth with which to mop up. By the time she had finished, her husband was gently snoring. Elizabeth lay awake for some time, feeling awed by what had just happened.Charity became an invaluable member of the household within a noticeably short time and Elizabeth found that she was both a quick and able learner, as well as being thorough and hard working. One day, while watching her sweeping the floor, she asked if she was happy."Oh yes, Mistress! I am happy here. I get to see my Father at church each week and he seems to be well. But, well, if I am not being too bold, this has become my home now.""And do you find the Pastor's lessons helpful?""Oh, yes! He is a wise man. He explains passages of the bible that have long confused me. And he makes me think how the teachings therein relate to my own life. I find it wonderful!"Elizabeth was impressed both by her enthusiasm and devotion to her husband's teachings. Of course, she herself had known of his wisdom for the many years that they had been married.Later that evening, she found the opportunity to speak with her husband while Charity was fetching wood from the store outside. "Husband, you have made a great impression upon our young maidservant. She enthuses about your lessons and you now have a most loyal follower. But, perhaps, please forgive me if I suggest this, but perhaps you should be wary that she becomes infatuated with you?"The Pastor smiled, an exceedingly rare sight indeed, and replied, "I know the bible, I know men, yet I know little about women. For that I will always be grateful that I have you to guide me. I shall, as you suggest, be careful."That evening, the pastor found his moral strength sorely tested. For some reason, Charity's nipples appeared to be erect and he found himself unable to take his eyes from her breasts. His erection, hidden from her by the table between them; was painful now; and try as he might, he could not dissuade himself from dropping his hand beneath the table and squeezing it. He did not rub it, but the constant pressure brought him close to climax. He took his hand away to prevent this happening, but even then, he nearly released into his breeches.The Pastor only just kept track of what Charity was saying to him, "I find myself experiencing some odd thoughts. Particularly on Sunday after church when the young farm hands walk by. They make comments and laugh with each other and gaze back at me. I, I feel, that I want to be noticed by them. Is that a sin?"Unable to make coherent thought, he said, "What do you think, child?"Believing that the Pastor was testing her, Charity thought hard before answering."Perhaps, if I desire such attention, or encourage it, then that could be deemed a sin? I do not believe I have been guilty of either of these things. But, I feel happy when, they regard me. I, do not know why. Is it a sin to be happy in this way?"Pastor Smith watched Charity as she struggled with the problem. Knowing he had to give an answer, he said the first thing that came to him, "It cannot be a sin to be merely happy. Indeed, many might l

Feat. Melvin Slade's Soulful Gospel Mix and Pastor Bishop V. Jesse Smith

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Play Episode Listen Later Nov 10, 2024 80:00

Welcome to Gospel for the Glory of Jesus with Bro. Melvin Slade and Pastor Bishop V. Jesse Smith. Come get a fresh anointing of the Holy Spirit. Pastor Smith preaches on being to blessed to be stressed and Bro. Mel fills your heart with music from your favorite Black Gospel Artists. Brother Mel Slade Pastor […]

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Pastor Smith

Mt. Zion Baptist Church

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 2, 2024 41:02

Friday Evening

Practicing Humility with Guest James W. Smith

Mastering Life's Adventures: Being Your Best Self Through Soul Evolution!

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 30, 2024 46:31

In this gripping episode, we sit down with the remarkable James W. Smith, who takes us on a transformative journey from the foundations of his upbringing to the shadows of his past, which became stepping stones to his future. Raised with solid values, James seemed destined for success until a fateful choice plunged him into a violent crime, leading to a life-altering evaluation in a mental health institution and a 15-year prison sentence—of which he bravely served five.James's story is a profound exploration of how even the most solid foundations and esteemed career as a lawyer can be shaken by poor choices and a failure to heed the wisdom of loved ones. He shares the raw truth of his experiences, illustrating how the chaos of life can drown out the voices that matter most. During his confinement, he began to listen genuinely—to himself, to the whispers of wisdom from his mother and the deep-seated longing for something greater.Now serving as the interim pastor of his home church, James has turned his trials into triumphs, pursuing a passion for ministry that has helped him grow into the best version of himself. His insights and Dr. Judith's profound understanding of soul needs and personal progress create a rich tapestry of reclamation and resilience. Join us as Pastor Smith shares his compelling story, reminding us that even in our darkest moments, the path to change and self-discovery is always within reach.

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Melvin Slade's Gospel Mix and Pastor Bishop V. Jesse Smith

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Play Episode Listen Later Oct 13, 2024 79:59

Welcome to Gospel for the Glory of Jesus with Bro. Melvin Slade and Pastor Bishop V. Jesse Smith. Come Worship and Praise the Lord with us. Pastor Smith talks about the joy and anointing power of worshipping Jesus. Bro Mel fills your heart with gospel music from some of your favorite Black Gospel Artists. Brother […]

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Why Believers Remain in the World - Jeff Smith

The Bible Provocateur

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 14, 2024 13:33 Transcription Available

Send us a Text Message.Why doesn't God whisk believers away to heaven the moment they turn to Him? Join Pastor Smith as he unravels this divine choice, spotlighting Jesus' prayer in John 17:15. We'll uncover three profound reasons: aligning with God's will, serving as the world's moral preservers, and benefiting personally through spiritual growth during our earthly journey. By staying in the world, believers become the salt and light that guide others toward salvation and gain strength and preparation for eternal glory, much like the Israelites in the wilderness.As we navigate life's trials, Pastor Smith reveals how these experiences deepen our understanding of God. Each struggle paves the way for a transformative encounter with the Divine, enhancing both our faith and our role in God's grand design. This episode promises to uplift your spirit and provide fresh insights into your spiritual journey, affirming that every challenge glorifies God and enriches your walk with Him. Tune in and let these reflections inspire and fortify your faith until our next Shepherd's Talk.Support the Show.

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The Kuyperian Commentary Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 12, 2024 55:00

Welcome to Gospel for the Glory of Jesus. Let's Praise and Worship the Lord together with music from gospel artists you love to hear praising the Lord, Smokie Norful, Brent Jones, Koryn Hawthorn and more of your favorite Black Gospel Artist. Pastor Smith teaches us on the Power of Prayer. Click to hear Pastor Bishop […]

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Episode 138: The Cult of Reformed Evangelical Churches

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 31, 2024 33:02

Is the CREC a cult? What makes some folks think we are cultish? And what do other churches need to do in order to become just as "cultish" themselves? Pastor Bill Smith answers these questions and more on this week's episode. Pastor Smith's article on Kuyperian Commentary: https://kuyperian.com/the-cult-of-reformed-evangelical-churches/

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DNVR Buffs Podcast: Coach Prime & Shedeur Sanders have the ENTIRE college football world talking about Colorado

BSN CU Buffs Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later May 1, 2024 60:21

On today's DNVR Buffs Podcast, RK and Jake address the entire country's reaction to Coach Prime and Shedeur clapping back to The Athletic's hit piece on Coach Prime's roster turnover after he was hired in 2022. The guys also address the double standard in the media when it comes to them taking shots at Colorado. Our top 5 most exciting transfers of the spring portal period. Former Arkansas safety RJ Johnson has committed to Colorado, another player is joining from Pastor Smith's area. Uncle Neely joins the show to share his thoughts on the situation involving The Athletic's article and much more. An ALLCITY Network Production PARTY WITH US: https://thednvr.com/events ALL THINGS DNVR: https://linktr.ee/dnvrsports SUBSCRIBE: https://www.youtube.com/c/DNVR_Sports Get Coors Light delivered straight to your door with Instacart by going to https://coorslight.com/DNVR. Celebrate Responsibly. Coors Brewing Company, Golden, Colorado. WATCH THE BUFFS ON FUBO: https://www.fubotv.com/dnvr - Start your free 14-day trial and receive 15% off your first month! Get 50% off nutritious, convenient meals to keep you energized on jam-packed days head to https://factormeals.com/dnvrbuffs50 and use code dnvrbuffs50. Download the Gametime app, create an account, and use code DNVR for $20 off your first purchase. Call American Financing today and you may not have to make next month's mortgage payment at 303-695-7000 or visit https://www.americanfinancing.net/DNVR. Check out FOCO merch and collectibles here https://foco.vegb.net/DNVR and use promo code “DNVR10” for 10% off your order. Download the Circle K app and join the Inner Circle or visit https://www.circlek.com/inner-circle! Get a FREE Any Size Polar Pop from Colorado Circle K's by texting DNVR to 31310 Find the nearest Avalanche Amber Ale near you at https://www.breckbrew.com/brew-finder/ When you shop through links in the description, we may earn affiliate commissions. Copyright Disclaimer under section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for “fair use” for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, education and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Lessons from Jude

Karl and Crew Mornings

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 19, 2024 42:47 Transcription Available

Today on Karl and Crew Mornings, we continued our weekly theme on devotionals, and we talked about strengthening our faith to withstand trials. Our Scripture reference this morning was Jude 17-21. Good devotionals help build us up in strength as we wait on the mercy of Jesus. Our special guest was Pastor Colin Smith. He is the host of a nationally broadcast radio program Open the Bible. Be on the lookout for the upcoming film based on Pastor Smith's book, Heaven How I Got Here. We also talked with Chris Martin, Creative Director with Moody Publishers and Editor of BibletoLife.com. He and the crew discussed the most popular Bible topics searched on Google. Finally, we talked with the one and only Cece Winans. Cece is the best-selling and most-awarded female gospel artist of all time, and she is coming to Chicago this Friday! Get tickets here, and listen to the highlights of today’s program on the Karl and Crew Showcast. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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The Anatomy of an Ethical Crisis (Part Two)

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Play Episode Listen Later Mar 15, 2024 24:49

Pastor Smith shares his thoughts on dealing with an ethical crisis in the right way and in the right time frame.

The Anatomy of an Ethical Crisis (Part One)

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Play Episode Listen Later Mar 8, 2024 36:07

Pastor Smith shares his thoughts on dealing with an ethical crisis in the right way and in the right time frame.

Beyond The Sermon: Trust Again

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Play Episode Listen Later Feb 16, 2024 40:35

Pastor Smith dives into his midweek sermon from earlier this month, Trust Again. He reiterates the 3 steps to trusting those who have hurt you again. We hope this message continues to bless you.

Ft. Pastor Bishop V. Jessie Smith

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Play Episode Listen Later Feb 11, 2024 55:00

Happy Black History Month and Welcome to Gospel for the Glory of Jesus. Let's Praise and Worship the Lord with together with history making Black Gospel Hits out of the 90’s and early 2000’s. Soulful Gospel Music and Pastor Smith on working your Faith Release Your Faith Pastor Bishop V. Jessie Smith The Way Center […]

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ALJC Menistry: Men of Honor Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 14, 2024 55:00

Happy New Year and Welcome to Gospel for the Glory of Jesus. Let's Praise and Worship the Lord with Christmas songs from some the nation's top Black Gospel Artists. Soulful Gospel Music and Pastor Smith teaches on having a one on one meeting with Jesus. The One on One Meeting With Jesus Pastor Bishop V. […]

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Interview with Terry A. Smith, Part 2 - Season 3, Episode 42

Next Step Leadership

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 14, 2023 24:20

In their second conversation with pastor and author Terry A. Smith, Tracy and Chris continue a fascinating dialogue. Pastor Smith offers deep insight from his years of leadership and his creative mind. Smith's book, The Hospitable Leader, provides practical ways for today's leaders to set biblical examples in this modern culture. Yes, every pastor and teacher and follower of Jesus needs to read that book. His latest book, The Lord Bless You: A 28-Day Journey to Experience God's Extravagant Blessings, is another wonderful fit for every believer. We often lead controlled by worry. We often rush ahead to achieve goals while overwhelmed by negatives. As Terry reminds us, God has sent His blessings our way. Let us not forget them. Let us receive them. Listen to the podcast, read Pastor Smith's books, share his message, be a hospitable leader, and live in the blessings of God.https://www.terryasmith.com/Terry's books:The Lord Bless You - https://www.amazon.com/Lord-Bless-You-Experience-Extravagant/dp/0800762827/ref=tmm_hrd_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=The Hospitable Leader - https://www.amazon.com/Hospitable-Leader-Create-Environments-Flourish/dp/B07KPPRH8R/ref=sr_1_3?crid=78A3SED3ZM3K&keywords=Terry+A+SMith&qid=1701951609&s=books&sprefix=terry+a+smit%2Cstripbooks%2C250&sr=1-3Live Ten - https://www.amazon.com/Live-Ten-Jump-Start-Best-Version-ebook/dp/B00C5QA5TI/ref=sr_1_5?crid=78A3SED3ZM3K&keywords=Terry+A+SMith&qid=1701951609&s=books&sprefix=terry+a+smit%2Cstripbooks%2C250&sr=1-5

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The Apostolic Man and His Local Church (Recorded One Year Ago)

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 21, 2023 59:43

Join Pastor Chessor and esteemed guests, Pastor Rhinehart, Pastor Batson, and Pastor Smith, in a dynamic exploration of the Apostolic man's role within the local church. This episode delves into the foundations of faith that shape the Apostolic identity. Note: This episode was recorded a year ago. We wish to honor the enduring legacy of Bishop Rhinehart and Bishop Batson, who have since received their heavenly reward since the time of this recording.

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Qualities of Happy People

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Play Episode Listen Later Nov 10, 2023 25:06

Welcome back to Hope For The Soul. On this episode, we go, “Beyond the Sermon,” where we break down Pastor Smith's recent Bible lesson titled, “Seven Qualities of Happy People.” We hope you enjoy!

Bieber update for 11-09-2023

Justin Bieber - Audio Biography

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 9, 2023 1:13

Firstly, a video featuring Bieber politely asking fans to respect his privacy, especially around his home, has resurfaced and gone viral. Fans' reactions to this request were mixed, with some continuing to ask for personal favors like hugs despite his plea for space. The video was shared on Reddit and has sparked discussions about the boundaries between celebrities and their fans.Secondly, Bieber has reached out to his vast audience on social media, urging them to listen to a sermon by Churchome Pastor Judah Smith. In his message, Bieber spoke about how our perception of God can significantly impact our lives and mentioned that the sermon had deeply affected him. He encouraged his followers to seek solace in the preaching, especially during difficult times.The content of the sermon that Bieber recommended deals with the concept of how people perceive God and how this perception reflects on how they view themselves and their lives. Pastor Smith discussed the tendency of each generation to create their own image of God, influenced by their human limitations and experiences. He encouraged listeners to consider whether they see God as a coach, pushing them towards success, or as a father figure, simply wanting them to be part of His family.

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SESSION 2 | PASTOR TODD SMITH| EMPTY CONFERENCE

Christ Fellowship Church Dawsonville

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 9, 2023 66:09

In this podcast episode, Pastor Todd Smith leads the way in session 2 of the "Empty Conference" with a fervent and life-transforming message. He kicks off by extending a warm welcome to the audience and expressing heartfelt gratitude for their presence. The core of his discussion revolves around the significance of maintaining a humble and contrite spirit in one's relationship with God. Pastor Smith also shares a personal story of his own journey of surrender and seeking divine guidance. Throughout the podcast, he emphasizes the urgent need for a profound and enduring spiritual transformation, rather than seeking just a momentary touch from God. Pastor Smith strongly encourages pastors and listeners to shift their focus away from mere church growth and instead become willing vessels for the Holy Spirit's work.

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SESSION 2 | PASTOR TODD SMITH| EMPTY CONFERENCE

North Georgia Revival Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 9, 2023 66:09

In this podcast episode, Pastor Todd Smith leads the way in session 2 of the "Empty Conference" with a fervent and life-transforming message. He kicks off by extending a warm welcome to the audience and expressing heartfelt gratitude for their presence. The core of his discussion revolves around the significance of maintaining a humble and contrite spirit in one's relationship with God. Pastor Smith also shares a personal story of his own journey of surrender and seeking divine guidance. Throughout the podcast, he emphasizes the urgent need for a profound and enduring spiritual transformation, rather than seeking just a momentary touch from God. Pastor Smith strongly encourages pastors and listeners to shift their focus away from mere church growth and instead become willing vessels for the Holy Spirit's work.

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These Walls Will Fall

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Play Episode Listen Later Sep 8, 2023 60:56

Welcome back to Hope For The Soul. On this episode, we go, "Beyond The Sermon," where we break down the thought process of sermons preached by our pastors. Today, we go beyond a sermon Pastor Smith titled, "These Walls Will Fall."

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Curtiss P Smith (September 7, 2023)

JBU Chapel

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 7, 2023 30:47

Spiritual Emphasis Week: Rev. Curtiss Smith Reverend Curtiss P. Smith is the 14th Servant of The Historic Saint James Missionary Baptist Church in Fayetteville, Arkansas. Pastor Smith, a native of Jacksonville, Florida, is an alumnus of Grambling State University and earned a Master of Theology degree from Anderson University. He is currently pursuing a Doctor of Ministry in Preaching and Leadership. He has served as Vice Moderator for the Antioch District, Arkansas State Baptist Convention, and is a certified dean from the National Baptist Convention Sunday School Publishing Board. In addition, he serves on several boards, which include the NAACP Clergy Caucus, The Joshua Center, Habitat for Humanity, and the Excellerate Foundation. Pastor Smith has been married for 34 years to Jacinda, the former Miss Grambling State University. They have four children and two grandchildren.

Curtiss P Smith (September 6, 2023)

JBU Chapel

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 6, 2023 33:50

Spiritual Emphasis Week: Rev. Curtiss Smith Reverend Curtiss P. Smith is the 14th Servant of The Historic Saint James Missionary Baptist Church in Fayetteville, Arkansas. Pastor Smith, a native of Jacksonville, Florida, is an alumnus of Grambling State University and earned a Master of Theology degree from Anderson University. He is currently pursuing a Doctor of Ministry in Preaching and Leadership. He has served as Vice Moderator for the Antioch District, Arkansas State Baptist Convention, and is a certified dean from the National Baptist Convention Sunday School Publishing Board. In addition, he serves on several boards, which include the NAACP Clergy Caucus, The Joshua Center, Habitat for Humanity, and the Excellerate Foundation. Pastor Smith has been married for 34 years to Jacinda, the former Miss Grambling State University. They have four children and two grandchildren.

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Curtiss P. Smith (September 5, 2023)

JBU Chapel

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 5, 2023 34:54

Spiritual Emphasis Week: Rev. Curtiss Smith Reverend Curtiss P. Smith is the 14th Servant of The Historic Saint James Missionary Baptist Church in Fayetteville, Arkansas. Pastor Smith, a native of Jacksonville, Florida, is an alumnus of Grambling State University and earned a Master of Theology degree from Anderson University. He is currently pursuing a Doctor of Ministry in Preaching and Leadership. He has served as Vice Moderator for the Antioch District, Arkansas State Baptist Convention, and is a certified dean from the National Baptist Convention Sunday School Publishing Board. In addition, he serves on several boards, which include the NAACP Clergy Caucus, The Joshua Center, Habitat for Humanity, and the Excellerate Foundation. Pastor Smith has been married for 34 years to Jacinda, the former Miss Grambling State University. They have four children and two grandchildren.

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Ep: 32: Influence future generations by seeking God: Pastor Todd Smith's interview

Living a Life Worth Remembering

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 21, 2023 49:07

Many people ask themselves questions like, "Does prayer really make a difference?" or "Why should I pray?" Both of these questions are important as they lead us to understand that not only do our prayers matter, but more importantly, God is actually depending on them to accomplish His plans on earth and in our life. In this episode of Living a Life Worth Remembering, Don interviews Pastor Todd Smith, author of the best selling book Unless We Pray: The Hour is Late. God has a Plan and This is It! Pastor Smith and Don discuss the power of prayer and why it is the single most important thing a Christian can do in order to experience a victorious Christian life. Take time to listen to this broadcast and share it with others. Through it, you and anyone who hears it, will be encouraged by learning that prayer really does make a difference.

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Vision To Re-engage Pt. 16|I Say To You, Cumi Pt. 10 |Take These Flaws And Shove It!)Pastor Smith

One Truth Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 12, 2023 67:54

Vision To Re-engage Pt. 16|I Say To You, Cumi Pt. 10 |Take These Flaws And Shove It!)Pastor Smith by Revealing Truth Ministries-Wesley Chapel

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Pastor Smith Shares about Belize

Liberty Church in O'Fallon, Missouri

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 30, 2023

Liberty Church

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Reverend PM Smith Preaches to the Choir: Serge and Clarke

Black and White and Thin Blue Lines

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 12, 2023 59:08

Reverend P.M. Smith, Pastor of the Huber Memorial Church in Baltimore City is this week's guest on Black and White and Thin Blue Lines. Pastor Smith brings an unmatched focus on crime in Baltimore. He is a Baltimore born and raised former criminal defense attorney and now the Pastor of Christian community. If you watch television or read the news in Baltimore, you are familiar with Reverend Smith. In this episode, the good Reverend preaches to the choir: Serge and Clarke.

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Feat. Pastor Bishop V. Jessie Smith

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 8, 2023 60:00

Welcome to Gospel for the Glory of Jesus. Pastor Smith encourages us to be a better me in 2023. Brother Slade presents a mix of the the nation’s top Gospel Tracks. Becoming A Better Me The Way Center Of Truth 938 East Ave. Q9 Palmdale CA 93553 Ph 661-274-7947 Kraj 100.9 FM Sunday 7AM to […]

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Revelation and the Global Economy -Pastor Dakota Smith | #199

Faith and Economics

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 22, 2022 43:07

In this week's episode, the Gwartney team welcomes Pastor Dakota Smith from Ottawa Bible Church. Pastor Smith's discussion of choice revolves around predictions from Revelation of a mono-culture speared by a global government. We open up the possibility of such a reality by describing some potential downfalls of our society. For instance, we discuss the rise of the self and subjective truth. Whereas the truth is determined by whatever the self sees it as. Join us in an enlightening and foreboding podcast! Timeline: One World Order / 4:00 7th World Empire / 9:45 Globalized Culture / 12:10 Babylon Society / 15:00 Concept of Truth / 16:15 Revelation 18 / 21:00 Revelation 13 / 28:15 People Want a Leader / 34:30

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July 31, 2022 – The True Value and Meaning of What We Do

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Play Episode Listen Later Jul 31, 2022 21:26

Pastor Smith preaches from Ecclesiastes 1:1-2, 12-14; 2:18-26 on July 31, 2022. 1 The words of the Teacher, son of David, king in Jerusalem: 2 “Meaningless! Meaningless!” says the Teacher. “Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless.” 12 I, the Teacher, was king over Israel in Jerusalem. 13 I applied my mind to study and to explore by wisdom all that is done under the heavens. What a heavy burden God has laid on mankind! 14 I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind. 18 I hated all the things I had toiled for under the sun, because I must leave them to the one who comes after me. 19 And who knows whether that person will be wise or foolish? Yet they will have control over all the fruit of my toil into which I have poured my effort and skill under the sun. This too is meaningless. 20 So my heart began to despair over all my toilsome labor under the sun. 21 For a person may labor with wisdom, knowledge and skill, and then they must leave all they own to another who has not toiled for it. This too is meaningless and a great misfortune. 22 What do people get for all the toil and anxious striving with which they labor under the sun? 23 All their days their work is grief and pain; even at night their minds do not rest. This too is meaningless. 24 A person can do nothing better than to eat and drink and find satisfaction in their own toil. This too, I see, is from the hand of God, 25 for without him, who can eat or find enjoyment? 26 To the person who pleases him, God gives wisdom, knowledge and happiness, but to the sinner he gives the task of gathering and storing up wealth to hand it over to the one who pleases God. This too is meaningless, a chasing after the wind.

July 31, 2022 – The True Value and Meaning of What We Do

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Play Episode Listen Later Jul 31, 2022 21:26

Pastor Smith preaches from Ecclesiastes 1:1-2, 12-14; 2:18-26 on July 31, 2022. 1 The words of the Teacher, son of David, king in Jerusalem: 2 “Meaningless! Meaningless!” says the Teacher. “Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless.” 12 I, the Teacher, was king over Israel in Jerusalem. 13 I applied my mind to study and to explore by wisdom all that is done under the heavens. What a heavy burden God has laid on mankind! 14 I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind. 18 I hated all the things I had toiled for under the sun, because I must leave them to the one who comes after me. 19 And who knows whether that person will be wise or foolish? Yet they will have control over all the fruit of my toil into which I have poured my effort and skill under the sun. This too is meaningless. 20 So my heart began to despair over all my toilsome labor under the sun. 21 For a person may labor with wisdom, knowledge and skill, and then they must leave all they own to another who has not toiled for it. This too is meaningless and a great misfortune. 22 What do people get for all the toil and anxious striving with which they labor under the sun? 23 All their days their work is grief and pain; even at night their minds do not rest. This too is meaningless. 24 A person can do nothing better than to eat and drink and find satisfaction in their own toil. This too, I see, is from the hand of God, 25 for without him, who can eat or find enjoyment? 26 To the person who pleases him, God gives wisdom, knowledge and happiness, but to the sinner he gives the task of gathering and storing up wealth to hand it over to the one who pleases God. This too is meaningless, a chasing after the wind.

July 10, 2022 – Who is My Neighbor?

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 10, 2022 21:45

Pastor Smith preaches from Luke 10:25-37 on July 10, 2022. 25 On one occasion an expert in the law stood up to test Jesus. “Teacher,” he asked, “what must I do to inherit eternal life?” 26 “What is written in the Law?” he replied. “How do you read it?” 27 He answered, “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind'; and, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.'” 28 “You have answered correctly,” Jesus replied. “Do this and you will live.” 29 But he wanted to justify himself, so he asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?” 30 In reply Jesus said: “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he was attacked by robbers. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead. 31 A priest happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side. 32 So too, a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. 33 But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on him. 34 He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, brought him to an inn and took care of him. 35 The next day he took out two denarii and gave them to the innkeeper. ‘Look after him,' he said, ‘and when I return, I will reimburse you for any extra expense you may have.' 36 “Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?” 37 The expert in the law replied, “The one who had mercy on him.” Jesus told him, “Go and do likewise.”

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June 5, 2022 – The Fruit and Effect of Righteousness

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Play Episode Listen Later Jun 5, 2022 19:17

Pastor Smith preaches from Isaiah 32:14-18 on June 5, 2022. 14 The fortress will be abandoned, the noisy city deserted; citadel and watchtower will become a wasteland forever, the delight of donkeys, a pasture for flocks, 15 till the Spirit is poured on us from on high, and the desert becomes a fertile field, and the fertile field seems like a forest. 16 The Lord's justice will dwell in the desert, his righteousness live in the fertile field. 17 The fruit of that righteousness will be peace; its effect will be quietness and confidence forever. 18 My people will live in peaceful dwelling places, in secure homes, in undisturbed places of rest.

June 5, 2022 – The Fruit and Effect of Righteousness

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Play Episode Listen Later Jun 5, 2022 19:17

Pastor Smith preaches from Isaiah 32:14-18 on June 5, 2022. 14 The fortress will be abandoned, the noisy city deserted; citadel and watchtower will become a wasteland forever, the delight of donkeys, a pasture for flocks, 15 till the Spirit is poured on us from on high, and the desert becomes a fertile field, and the fertile field seems like a forest. 16 The Lord's justice will dwell in the desert, his righteousness live in the fertile field. 17 The fruit of that righteousness will be peace; its effect will be quietness and confidence forever. 18 My people will live in peaceful dwelling places, in secure homes, in undisturbed places of rest.

May 15, 2022 – The Blessing of the Resurrection