The next morning, I couldn’t look at him. Not even during mass. It was absolute torture.
He stood at the altar, his hands raised in blessing, as he spoke in Latin. I swear, I tried to forget about last night's encounter. The way he watches me as he stroked his cock, precum dripping down his swollen pink head.
Heat rose to my belly again, and I bit my lip to keep me groaning. All I wanted to do at the moment was to run to my room and hide under my thick blanket while I fucked myself. In the past three years, while I was in the convent, I had never given into the temptations this much. I had managed to go weeks without touching myself.
Not until father Matteo.
So immediately mother superior said the last blessings, I fled into the only place no one visited frequently. The old barn at the back of the church.
It was rusty and old, but it was a safe place for me to hide from the demons that were chasing me. A sudden burst of cold wind hit me just as I sat down on the wooden bench, and my garment flew up, exposing my naked thighs underneath.
I quickly crossed my leg, forcing myself to think of anything other than the throb that was now beginning to form down there.
I tapped my feet softly on the floor, but it didn't work. And after moments of reciting a special Latin chat, I let my hand trail down the skirt of my garment.
My nipples rubbed on the hard material of the garment, creating a pleasurable friction that I could not ignore, even if I tried to. So I lifted my other hand and picked the swollen buds through the clothes, biting down on my lips as I felt blood rushing to the area.
My other hand had now successfully lifted my shirt up my thighs, my creamy skin naked. I knew I was already set, but what I didn't expect was that the entire section of my inner thighs would be covered with my sticky arousal.
I could have stood up at that moment, letting the bulky material of my habit fall down to my entire knees and then email away. Pretend that I was t about touch myself to the thought of the new priest.
But I didn’t.
Instead I let my hand flicker over the material of my now drenched panties, my clit throbbing from my soft touch.
“Oh God,” I moaned as I felt an imaginary thread pulled at the nerves connecting my pussy to my desires.
Was this what it felt to desire someone so much your bodily functions go against your brain orders? It was utterly embarrassing how much I was soaking and dripping wet without him being there, just the thought of him gripping his cock so tightly in front of me.
“Ah… ah Ahh” I moaned as I let my finger trace the length of my folds. Oh gosh! They were so slippery and thickly coated with my arousal.
I spread my legs wide open, giving myself enough passage to ravage my wailing pussy. I let my hand travel to my up and down the length of the folds and then settled on my clit. My clit was the most sensitive party of my cunt. So I made sure I was well seated and comfortable before I started to treat it.
I grabbed it with my fingers and then rubbed it gently, feeling the slipperiness against my finger tips. Oh… it was exhilarating, and I threw my head back with a moan.
At this point, I didn't care that I was facing the entrance of the barn, my legs splayed wide open as I played with my pussy, my mouth slightly opened. I couldn't stop. The pressure was beginning to increase, and I quickly shoved a finger into my hole, feeling the walls of my cunt immediately clenching it tight and firm.
“Oh…oh..yes,” I whimpered as I slowly drove the finger in and out of my pussy, the sound of wet flesh against another echoing softly in the empty barn.
I continued to fuck myself, even though my hand was beginning to cry with pain. But I couldn't stop. I desperately needed my release. But it wasn't coming.
It was at that moment I realised that if I kept going like this, I would never reach my climax. I needed something. Someone. But it was too bad that he wasn't bad.
That didn't mean I couldn't think of him. But I told myself I wouldn't involve the priest in my sinful thoughts anymore. It felt like I was commuting two sins at the same time.
But I was beginning to get frustrated from my climax just hovering on the edge, teasing me with a promise of release, but never fulfilling it.
So I closed my eyes and surrendered to the fantasy that had been biting me at the back of my head.
I could feel the fresh breeze on my bare pussy, but indivf mind. I imagined that father Matteo was roaming around after feeling claustrophobic from the constant thought of me in his head. It was simply wishful thinking but I continued nonetheless.
Just as he was about to pass by the barn, the sudden sound of my moan made him freeze in his steps. He turned his head to the direction and then found my legs splayed in front of me, my dripping pussy directly in his vision.
My eyes were still closed so I had to realise that he was now watching me in shock, a hint of fascination in his eyes.
Then slowly and quietly he walked up to me, his eyes not leaving the way my thin fingers worked only labia.
I moved out loud when my thumb pinched my clitoris and this made blood flow straight to his cock. With deep interest, his huge hands trailed down to the bulge now forming in his trousers. He rubbed on it, his lips slightly parted as he watched the way I rolled my hips, the same rhythm of my hand movement.
“Fuck,” he groaned, and it was at that instant my eyes shot side opened.
And at this point I couldn't tell if it was real or still my imagination. Because now standing in front of me was none other than Father Matteo, his eyes staring at me in amusement, but his hands dipped into his pocket.
It was real. This wasn't my imagination. His hand was t stroking his bulge, so this was real. When the reality of everything crashed into my brain, I jerked up in surprise and fear, and then pulled my hand from under my legs.
But I was not quick enough to cover my naked lower body with my garment, because father Matteo's eyes were now trained on my naked and dripping cunt.