Overshadow Me by Nikki – Non-Fiction

As a young devout Catholic woman with aspirations to become a nun (still dormant), I decided early in my life to remain single. But my feelings of sexual lust did keep me from staying pure and undefiled. My sex life exists for the most part of masturbation. But every now and then I do want a cock inside of me. Fortunately I found a fuck buddy to accommodate me in that. He has agreed to do it on my terms, whenever I am prepared for it.

That preparation begins when my urge is growing inside of me. When prayers to let it go away appear futile, I change my prayers in asking preemptive forgiveness for the defilement of my body that is upon me.

When I feel it just has to happen, I send a message to my buddy asking him whether he can come at a certain hour (usually the next day). Knowing the time approaches, I prepare myself. Usually I wear a dress with nothing underneath. I light candles in the house, dim the light and put on some sacred music

One of those days; I listened to the music and knelt all naked in front of the statue of the Blessed Virgin that is on a small table in my living room. Two candles on each side created a moving glow on the statuette. And the scent that I lit completed the atmosphere. I said my prayer.

Ave, Regina caelórum,
ave, Dómina angelórum,
salve, radix, salve, porta,
ex qua miundo lux es torta.
Gaude, Virgo gloriósa,
super omnes specióca;
vale, o valde decóra
et pro nobis Christum exóra.

Then I made the sign of the cross. My hands stroke my bare breasts and I felt my pussy.

“Forgive me Blessed Virgin,” then I got up and put on my dress. The Priest (he is not really a priest, but I pretend he is) would soon arrive, he is always punctual. I put my Bible and my Rosary on the dinner table and turned up the volume of the music.

The doorbell rang. I quickly went over to open.

“Hi, come in.”

After greeting  each other briefly. I went back to the table as he went into the spare bedroom. There in the wardrobe I keep a priests robe. This is how it always goes. He put on the robe as I lean bent forward on the table. Leaning on my elbows, with by butt towards the door. I open my Bible, Ezekiel 23, and I begin to read …

“And they committed whoredom in Egypt; they committed whoredom in their youth: there were their breasts pressed, and there they bruised the teats of their virginity.”

I could hear the priest get in the room and pause reading.

“Please continue my child,” he said.

I clinch my Rosary in my hand and continue to read:

“Neither left she her whoredom brought from Egypt: for in her youth they lay with her, and they bruised the breasts of her virginity, and poured their whoredom upon her.”

I felt the hand of the priest softly rubbing my butt. I sighed, it is not often that other’s hands touch me. I pressed my Venus mound to the edge of the table in order to stimulate myself.

“Wherefore I have delivered her into the hand of her lovers.”

The priest lifted my dress and now touched my bare butt cheeks. I moaned.

“Yes, touch me please!”

“And when her sister Aholibah saw this, she was more corrupt in her inordinate love than she, and in her whoredom more than her sister in her whoredom.”

I tried to focus on the Scriptures as I had my Rosary clinched in one hand. The priest had his robe opened and his hard ‘staff’ sticking out. He touched my butt with it.

“Oh father,” I stammered.

He felt my pussy with one finger.

“My child, the juices of your lust betray you.”.

“Yes father, forgive me,” I replied

“I will for-give you and I will give you!” he said as he put his cock between my butt cheeks.

I moaned. I was ready for it, I desired it. Eternal Virgin pray for me.

He directed his cock to my pussy and pulled my thighs apart with his hands. I could feel the tip of his cock between my pussy lips. He kept that position.

“Continue to read,” he said.

“Then I saw that she was defiled, that they took both one way, And that she increased her whoredom.”

He pushed his cock slowly inside me.

“Oh yes, please overshadow me,” I moaned.

He began to pound me. I tried to continue to read …

“And the Babylonians came to her into the bed of love, and they defiled her with their whoredom, and she was polluted with them.”

I no longer could read. My Venus mound was rubbing the edge of table with every stroke he made, stimulating me more and more. I let my head rest on the Bible and had my Rosary still clinched in my fist.

As lust took over completely I stammered, “Fill my abominable cunt with the filthiness of your fornication. Fuck me! Fill me!”

Such foul language hardly ever came out of my lips, but I could not control myself.

The priest was slapping my butt and pulling my hips as he pounded with a increasing rhythm. I felt a wave welling up in my lower belly and knew that it would not take much to get to an orgasm.

“Yes, yes, harder. Make me your whore. Defile me! Give me your cum!”

And as I was drowning in a deep deep orgasm the priest was ejaculating his sperm inside of me with a loud moan. For a minute I stayed in this position with my face on the Bible and my Rosary in my hand. Then I felt the priest slowly pulling out of me and wet  drops streaming down my thigh.

“My child, you must repent of this whoredom and abominable fornication.”

Yes, I knew it. I had given in to the flesh, I had enjoyed it. Now it was time for penitence.