The Godly Woman

I have been the Doctor's housekeeper for 50 years, for the first and now the second doctor. I come from a very poor family and I only attended elementary school for a few years. They sent me to work very soon, they thought I was too stupid to go to the convent. That was my greatest desire, to become a Bride of Christ, and I have been going to early Mass every Sunday all my life. In the silence of the church I can talk wonderfully with Christ, no one disturbs me, no one shoos me to work.

The doctor treated me very well, now he was tired of widowhood and had remarried. The new mistress was quite nice, although at first she treated me like a silly child. But soon she was satisfied that I did all the work well. She could lie naked on the bed all day long, drinking martinis and watching TV. She had a son, Jack, who was quite nice, but maybe just a toad who just wanted to fuck me. Jack was immediately sympathetic to me because he addressed me with my name Maria, his parents only talked about the "housekeeper" as if I were a piece of furniture. Jack and I occupied the two upstairs rooms, there was a bathroom between us.

Jack called me into the bathroom at the crack of dawn on the very first day, I was supposed to wash his back. That was really no problem, I washed his back without looking left and right and left immediately. He had his back washed every morning, he took a shower every morning. It wasn't until a few days later that he turned around and had the front to be soaped and washed. I swear by the Blessed Virgin that I always left out the problem area and did not touch it. This seemed to annoy him a bit and he demanded that I soap up and wash the problem area as well.

Thereby there was of course a problem, that's why it's called problem zone. He gave me impatiently the instruction to also soap and wash the cock and the whole problem area. He asked, amused, if I had never seen a cock before. I said truthfully, yes I had, back at the village pond when we were kids. I was uncomfortable with his amused look. Was Jack fourteen or eighteen? I hadn't been paying close attention. He asked if I wanted to tell him? We sat down on the edge of the bathtub and I told him.

We used to splash around in the village pond when we were kids, that's when I saw the first cocks. But I was not interested in it, the grandma had prepared me for the convent life, I was not allowed to touch the cocks of course. I was allowed to look, it was really exciting and thrilling, how the other girls played with the cocks. But when they rubbed the cocks for real and the bigger ones stuck the cocks in their holes and let them squirt inside, I had to look away, my grandmother had ordered me to do so. I sometimes looked through between my fingers, but that was forbidden. So yes, I have seen cocks, I said to Jack. He had listened very quietly and asked if I had not seen any more cocks later? "No, of course not, the grandma soon did not let me with the other children to the village pond, because I should no longer see these messes. I swore to Jack by the Blessed Virgin that I had never see another cock after that. I was, after all, intended to be the Bride of Christ, and the Christ didn't just show his cock around, only when you had become his Bride and you have given yourself to him!" Jack looked at me askance from the side, do I really believe this bullshit? I was really offended and said it with indignation too. I may not have been smart enough for the real convent, but I lay sprawled on my bed every night praying that Christ would finally take me and make me His bride with His holy little cock, or so Grandma had taught me. I was honest in my heart, I waited for the Christ every night and was moved to tears thinking of him. Jack just looked at me big, then he had to go.

The very next morning Jack showed me something new to do. After the shower he unscrewed the shower head, now a single jet came out. With one hand I had to grab his cock firmly and pull the skin all the way back so that the glans protruded well. With the other hand I had to swing the water jet back and forth on the glans. That was really funny, I thought, the cock in my hand quivered and twitched. I laughed softly, because that was really funny! All at once it squirted out of the glans and when it stopped squirting, Jack said now it was done.

While he was drying himself off, we sat peacefully side by side again on the edge of the bathtub and he asked if I had ever seen squirting before? I blushed a little. Yes, although grandma had forbidden me to look. I saw a few times how the girls rubbed the cocks until it squirted. But then I covered my eyes because I wasn't allowed to see that piggish mess. "I guess you did everything grandma told you to do, didn't you?" I nodded, "mostly." Jack had to go again, but we should talk about it tomorrow.

I had taken Jack's advice and came to wash in just my bra and panties so my dress wouldn't get wet. I dutifully did it with the stream of water and held his cock until he had cum and finished, then we sat on the edge and he dried off. He asked and I continued to tell. How the girls rubbed the little cocks, for some it came very quick, for others it took a long time. The bigger girls had the cocks stucked in her hole and the boys squirted inside, but I could never see it up close, although I wanted to see it very closely. I told everything honestly to grandma then, until weeks later she forbade me to go to the village pond to play. "Do you think it was all a piggish mess too, like my grandma?" I asked Jack. He shook his head, "there was nothing dirty or piggish about it," he said, "grandma had just talked you into shit. She was just trying to make herself look like a saint!" I shook my head, "Grandma never pretended to be a saint!" Jack had to run and said, "let's talk about it tomorrow!" I still remained seated. Jack was the first person to talk to me for so long, to listen to me for so long. I was sure Grandma would have said smut about me holding Jack's cock in my hand and letting him cum under the stream of water, too. I stuck my tongue out at the granny for a moment, I don't rub his cock, I don't rub his cock! And a saint the granny certainly was not. It kind of did me good that I had Jack to talk to.

The next day, Jack asked if he could touch my lovely boobs while I was doing the water jet. I was always embarrassed until then because I had boobs as big as Turkish watermelons, but Jack was a nice boy and he let me tell him everything. So I nodded in agreement, I had the bra on and he could confidently touch it outside, I said. I held his cock as usual and let the water jet dance on his glans. Jack slid his hands inside the bra. I flinched for a moment, but kept going. He groped, explored, caressed my breasts and his fingers discovered my nipples. I shuddered pleasantly and bit my lips together. Finally Jack squirted, he seemed delighted and rubbed my nipples hard until he had finished squirting. Then we sat down.

No, I told, my grandmother was not a saint, I should be one. She was not a saint, she flipped up her skirt immediately when a man from the village came. He pushed his pants down a bit and I always saw his naked ass bouncing up and down. It wasn't until I was 7 or 8 that I had to go out when a man came. She never explained it to me, but when I saw the girls at the village pond sticking the cocks in and the boys' asses bouncing up and down and then squirting inside, I understood right away that grandma let the men squirt inside like the girls did. But I didn't really see it, only the asses of the boys and men. Jack had to leave, but tomorrow we'll talk more, he said over his shoulder. I stayed in my seat for a while. I had not told Jack everything. It hadn't left me alone when Grandma sent me out. I had discovered that I could spy through the hatch from the kitchen, and then I did that for years. I was practically behind Grandma's head and saw everything from that perspective. Of Grandma I saw the head from behind, her exposed melonlike breasts, and the thick bush of hair down there. Mostly I couldn't see anything of the cock, it was going in and out of her bush. With some it was very quick, with others it took a long time. I never saw the squirting itself, but if they got stuck in it, I knew it, now he's squirting. The men gave grandma money afterwards, which she hid in the kitchen cupboard. But I wasn't sure if I should tell Jack about it.

The other day, Jack unhooked my bra and dropped it. I couldn't look him in the eye, I was very ashamed that my melons hung down to my belly button. But he didn't mind at all, he stroked and caressed them as if they were something special, something sacred. I directed the stream of water quite concentrated, I wanted to make it beautiful for him out of gratitude, because he liked my boobs obviously. I noticed that we were both smiling, that it made us both happy. We were sitting on the edge of the bathtub again, he caressed my breasts and I was about to tell him about Grandma, when Jack asked how I meant it, lying stretched out on the bed waiting for the Christ? So I told him in detail. How I lay stretched out naked on the bed, arms and legs spread wide open, and with my eyes closed I begged very fervently for the Christ to make me His Bride and stick His holy little cock inside me. This was my most fervent desire, my destiny. I was sometimes so enraptured that I felt the little cock already penetrating. But it was a disappointment, it was only my own naughty finger penetrating. Every night, for over 50 years, I have waited for the Christ. Jack nodded seriously, taking me seriously. He said he didn't know anyone but me who took it that seriously. He wanted to know exactly what my finger was doing? I explained to him that sometimes it glided in and out slowly, sometimes quickly. I paused before continuing, could I tell him more? Sometimes it drove me to let my finger slide really long and really fast, then inexplicably I exploded, I clenched my eyelids and see exploding stars behind them. I kept silent and after quite a while Jack asked how often I made it explode. I thought about it, like once every 4 or 5 weeks. "Is that something bad, something piggy?" I asked unsecure into the long silence. Jack laughed brightly, "but no, silly, all girls and women do it, some do it every night like my mother for example." I knew the "silly" was meant in a friendly way. Jack was in no hurry today. He asked if he could come into my room once, to see it? How I was stretched out waiting for the Christ? He honestly wanted to, so I nodded. "Come quietly after I turn out the big light," I said with a thick lump in my throat. I was getting excited just thinking about it. He'll be quiet, Jack said, and left.

I had extinguished the large light and switched on the small one. I lay down on the bed naked as I do every night and stretched out all fours. Jack came in silently, he was naked and sat down at the foot of my bed. I suddenly blushed, because he could now see me completely naked for the first time, I had not even thought of that. But I calmed down, I spoke silently to my love Christ and felt the beautiful feeling rising in my problem area. I spoke to my Christ for a long time, asking him intimately to make me his bride. I wanted with all my heart to be his bride, his wife like the convent women. I noticed that my finger was slowly moving and penetrating. It was a wonderful feeling, slowly sliding in and out, I took my time. It didn't push me at all to make it go faster. Jack came into my mind, I pulled my finger out and sat up. Jack's eyes lit up and I saw that he was clutching his cock. He had cum all over his thighs. "That was wonderful to see," he murmured and left.

In the morning, while doing the water jet, he asked if I preferred to rub his cock, to shake it? I shook my head, "that would be a piggish thing, a mess," I would do it with the water jet. He nodded and caressed my breasts with his eyes closed. We sat on the edge again and he started talking about how nice it was to watch me and he could hear very softly how I whispered seized, lovingly and intimately with my Christ. I got all red and embarrassed, but Jack said he saw more holiness last night than he ever saw in any church. He was still fondling my breasts. "I was so moved and excited," he said, "I was rubbing, jiggling, squirting. It was a holy experience." Jack stood up, it was time.

He now came every evening and contemplated my fervent prayers. But I never went completely naked to the bathroom to see him in the morning, my underpants were kind of the last hurdle I didn't want to give up. In retrospect, I feel it was very stupid, he saw me naked every evening, he saw every evening how I let my finger slowly slide in and out, he rubbed his cock and squirted every time.

Days went by and I felt it creeping up mightily in my problem area. I had only let my finger slide slowly at first, but I felt it had to explode today. I let my finger slide faster and faster, the faster I went, the more the explosive built up. I shouted "Now!" and let it explode. I saw the stars explode behind my eyelids, then it was over. I looked up, Jack was still rubbing his cock and after a while he squirted on his thighs. He stood up and kissed the top of my head. "I saw it, and it was very nice! I hope you feel now good and relaxed!" I nodded, I was really relaxed.

Everything went as before, I let it explode much more often than before. We whispered like little kids, heads together in the bathroom and now Jack was telling me more. He could barely remember his father, he had died in a motorcycle crash. His mother had afterwards many one‐night‐stands, maybe hundreds. He had always spied them and rubbed his cock, but he couldn't squirt until he was 10 or 11. The one‐night‐stands always went quickly and he watched her masturbate and orgasm. Later he dared and sat on her bed and they both masturbated at the same time. He had often asked her if he could maybe fuck her, but she always refused. While she masturbated, he was sometimes allowed to stick his cock in really deep, but he was never allowed to fuck, she stayed hard. He had also seen his stepfather fuck her, they fucked every night and then she masturbated, every night. The stepfather had watched her a few times at first, but he usually turns on his side now and she does it alone. Jack got up, he had to hurry. I had learned a thousand new words, masturbate, orgasm, fuck, one night stands.

In the evening after my explosion I asked Jack if that was an orgasm now and he nodded. "Does your mom masturbate like me?" I asked, ducking my head, what an unseemly question! But Jack shook his head, "No, she does it very differently!" Now I was curious, and I penetrated him. How? How exactly? He smiled and nodded, "I'll show you." I turned white and red. But he sat down next to me and touched me "there." I flinched for a moment, but what he was doing was great. After a short while I was already yelping, "Now!" and he made me explode. When I caught my breath, I said, "Again, I'm dying to see it!" I sat up and straddled my legs, I bowed my head to see it. I looked very closely at what he was doing and he said this little button is called a clit, it is there for girls and women to masturbate. I showed him that I had learned how to masturbate and masturbated with my clit for the first time.

The days flowed as before, I let my finger slide in and out slowly as usual while praying to Christ, wishing he would recognize me quite soon, redeem me. Jack had asked if he could put it inside for a shot, squirting inside. I had to think and didn't answer until two days later. We debated for a long time, I wanted to understand why? He said that he had been allowed to put it in her and squirt inside at his mother's bedroom. I let him tell me that with a dozen examples, with every detail, and then I gave in. He had to admit, that the truth was slightly different. When he walked nakedly in her bedroom, she saw his erection and knew, she had to masturbate and must let him stick his cock in and squirt. She was always ready to masturbate when he showed up, mostly twice in the afternoon, as she loved to masturbate very much. As she masturbated, he didn't move, he was not allowed to fuck her, only squirting inside was okay for her. He knew, when she raced furiously towards orgasm, she didn't recognize anything outside her masturbation. He had a one minute time slot to fuck her quickly and squirt inside. She noticed his squirting with a smile and caressed his head until he finished squirting, but she never noticed his fucking. "I did it a hundred times, Maria" he said in tears, "I do it until today, when father is on duty. I need to squirt 3 or 4 times a day, Maria! I am a disgusting son!" He leaned his head on my shoulder, sobbing in tears. He looked at me very sadly. "A week ago I started fucking way too early, she stopped masturbating and hugged me. "Go ahead," she said, "fuck me!" Since then we've been fucking twice a day consensually, she had obviously thrown all reservations overboard." When I asked for stopping that, he said he didn't want to lie to me, he couldn't promise to stop fucking her, he had the urge. Finally I gave in, he could squirt inside after my meditation. When I was done sliding my fingers, he knelt between my thighs and masturbated. When he was ready, he penetrated with his cock, made a few quick in‐and‐out throbbing and squirted inside. It was my first time, and it was fine and nice. We repeated it every night, I went to the bathroom in the morning by now completely naked and let him squirt inside in that evening. My next explosion I made myself with the clit, and he penetrated immediately after my orgasm to cum. He wanted to fuck me for real after my masturbation, he asked. I did not have to think long and nodded. In the evening I masturbated with my clit and he penetrated me, I was used to that by now. He fucked me hard for the first time and squirted wonderfully at the end. I always looked away when he sneaked into the mother's bedroom in the afternoon, almost every day.

I still lie sprawled on my bed every night talking to Christ. He doesn't come, I can feel it. It's Jack who fucks me afterwards like a woman and squirts inside.

I do not let go of my love for Christ, even after 50 years of intimate lovemaking with the sliding finger.