Chapter 8: Leaving UnClean
More than 500 years have passed since the end of the Middle Ages, a precious period for the solidification of Church ideals, an era of repression and punishment against any lustful thought, but at the same time excessive perversion due to so much prohibition.
It is said that in the Middle Ages it was believed that one of the causes of penile ulceration was lying with a woman who had a 'dirty uterus', eroded by poison, which we now know as menstruation or period.
I must acknowledge that at this stage of my life and our relationship, I had a great interest in learning a bit more about the customs, traditions, and way of life during the Middle Ages. Basically because it was the period of consolidation of accepted behavioral patterns by the Church, which still persist to some extent until today, and which govern the behavior and daily routine of people like my beloved Mafe.
I wanted to understand the reason behind their beliefs, so I could fantasize about taking them to the opposite extreme. I wanted to feel like any of the blasphemous or impudent ones from that dark period.
Although it didn't bring anything truly valuable to me, I dedicated many hours to reading and researching the Middle Ages, especially to learn about Catholic tradition and sexual practices of that time.
It was thus that I began to acquire a taste for practices, things or rituals, that I would hardly have imagined before. From such simple things as four-way fuck, considered a great offense against nature by the Church of those times, to the most daring games of domination and perversion.
Of course Mafe wasn't obsessed with the Catholic beliefs of that time, in fact I don't think she knew them, I don't think she knew that oral sex was considered wrong because it's a distant act from reproductive purposes and purely linked to pleasure, nor do I think she was very in agreement with making Satan out of masturbation, considering it one of the most serious sins, since by the time we met, she practiced it quite often on her own, and now even more so with my help.
And much less do I think Mafe would know that in that era, and perhaps even now, I don't know, the Church condemned sexual relations practiced in positions other than missionary. To me, back then, I loved doing it standing up, preferably facing her, looking at her face, appreciating her gestures; face to face so I could bite her lips and trap them between my teeth, or simply to alternate kisses between her neck and breasts.
It is said that in the Middle Ages people went to churches to fornicate, not because it was a place that evoked eroticism or desire, but rather because they were mostly empty most of the time, which made them an ideal place for coitus due to the discretion they provided. In our times it's a bit more complex since they are watched and there is more foot traffic, although this also depends on the temple and city where it is located.
In any case, I found it impossible to maintain relationships in a church, but that didn't stop me from enjoying our sexuality. I decided to accompany Mafe to mass every Sunday, not because I was interested in the eucharist or the priest's sermon, but because it was an hour I dedicated to public fondling of my beautiful girlfriend.
It didn't matter what garment covered her legs, my hands would stop at her pubic area every Sunday. The first time I did it, she got upset and scolded me as we left the temple, but I ignored her complaints and warnings because I was obsessed with giving in to my perversions, and one of them was exciting Mafe during a mass.
I managed it more than once, and without any blush or remorse I say today that it was worth it.
In my head, the idea prevailed that it was like winning a war, in which my fingers equaled troops advancing towards invading the enemy's trench, which was Mafe's vagina. She opposed resistance by pressing her legs together to prevent the advance of my hand, but it was a battle she wasn't ready to win, since there was no army capable of stopping the advance of my hand between her legs.
It used to generate a lot of thrill for me to know that Mafe considered this situation excessively sinful, it would generate a lot of excitement in me the power to be observed by any of the old hags that usually occupy the pews of churches on Sundays; seeing them scandalized only made my obsession grow.
Of course I rewarded Mafe for this. I rewarded her by giving her the position of power and dominance during most of our sex sessions. Although this was beneficial for both of us, since while Mafe let loose her perversions, I overflowed with pleasure from seeing her lustful, shameless, and vicious.
But there was a perversion that dominated me above any other: to fornicate when Mafe had her period. At first she would show reluctance for this to happen, it was as if she felt shame at being able to stain me during intercourse, or from the smell that might emanate from her intimate area, from the simple discomfort caused by having her period, or perhaps because she knew God's word on the topic and preferred to restrain herself.
Whatever she lies on during her menstrual impurity will also be unclean, and whatever she sits on will also be unclean.Leviticus 15:19-23.
But all that was driving me crazy, the fact of seeing my penis covered in that nectar that defines its femininity, the same one that in the Middle Ages were considered as a corrosive poison for the virile member of man.
And with time she was also enjoying the orgasms during those days, saying that it caused her certain relief from the strong menstrual cramps that accompanied her period.
So those sexual encounters with her during her period became routine for us. It was like a habit, a tradition that I think we both looked forward to with anticipation. Especially me, since I developed a strong perversion of penetrating her while she menstruated.
They were truly memorable fucks. Unfortunately, they didn't have the traditional oral sex session that usually gave Mafe to me. I limited myself to touching her and masturbating her, but without my tongue's help. There were also occasions when the situation was reversed, she would provide oral sex. I wasn't obsessed with her blowjobs, but feeling her lips occasionally slide over my cock didn't have any harm.
Of course the best moment was penetration time, since her blood acted as top-level lubricant. This didn't take long to appear, mix with her other fluids, and cover my penis while sliding through her hot pussy. I don't know what my fascination with this was, but it was evident; I totally lost it in that moment when I saw my penis emerge covered in her blood, knowing it would return to her humanity to repeat the ritual over and over again until orgasm.
During her days Mafe was possessed by the spirit of lust, her sexual appetite increased, and the desire to fulfill fantasies were common currency. Those ejaculations, besides being passed through blood, were also characterized by my beautiful Mafe letting loose her fantasies. It seemed then that she had already expanded her repertoire of desires. To be hit and be violated was no longer the only thing she longed for, now Mafe measured herself to fulfill fantasies like fucking on the balcony, even at night hours not to attract so much attention; spattering my torso with her blood, or simply dominating me with a high degree of aggression during sex, including foul language.
It's hard to describe her, but in Mafe that girl with a timid and submissive personality could coexist, at the same time she could turn into a complete depraved one. I loved it when she was like that, when opposing personality traits could converge without losing the essence of who she was.
Chapter 9: The Games of Libido
I had made notable progress with Mafe up until here. Little to nothing of that reserved girl, full of complexes, low self-esteem and her own love remained. Now she was much more confident in herself, and a permanent smile on her face was a sign of her renewed happiness...
More than 500 years have passed since the end of the Middle Ages, a precious period for the solidification of Church ideals, an era of repression and punishment against any lustful thought, but at the same time excessive perversion due to so much prohibition.
It is said that in the Middle Ages it was believed that one of the causes of penile ulceration was lying with a woman who had a 'dirty uterus', eroded by poison, which we now know as menstruation or period.
I must acknowledge that at this stage of my life and our relationship, I had a great interest in learning a bit more about the customs, traditions, and way of life during the Middle Ages. Basically because it was the period of consolidation of accepted behavioral patterns by the Church, which still persist to some extent until today, and which govern the behavior and daily routine of people like my beloved Mafe.
I wanted to understand the reason behind their beliefs, so I could fantasize about taking them to the opposite extreme. I wanted to feel like any of the blasphemous or impudent ones from that dark period.
Although it didn't bring anything truly valuable to me, I dedicated many hours to reading and researching the Middle Ages, especially to learn about Catholic tradition and sexual practices of that time.
It was thus that I began to acquire a taste for practices, things or rituals, that I would hardly have imagined before. From such simple things as four-way fuck, considered a great offense against nature by the Church of those times, to the most daring games of domination and perversion.
Of course Mafe wasn't obsessed with the Catholic beliefs of that time, in fact I don't think she knew them, I don't think she knew that oral sex was considered wrong because it's a distant act from reproductive purposes and purely linked to pleasure, nor do I think she was very in agreement with making Satan out of masturbation, considering it one of the most serious sins, since by the time we met, she practiced it quite often on her own, and now even more so with my help.
And much less do I think Mafe would know that in that era, and perhaps even now, I don't know, the Church condemned sexual relations practiced in positions other than missionary. To me, back then, I loved doing it standing up, preferably facing her, looking at her face, appreciating her gestures; face to face so I could bite her lips and trap them between my teeth, or simply to alternate kisses between her neck and breasts.
It is said that in the Middle Ages people went to churches to fornicate, not because it was a place that evoked eroticism or desire, but rather because they were mostly empty most of the time, which made them an ideal place for coitus due to the discretion they provided. In our times it's a bit more complex since they are watched and there is more foot traffic, although this also depends on the temple and city where it is located.
In any case, I found it impossible to maintain relationships in a church, but that didn't stop me from enjoying our sexuality. I decided to accompany Mafe to mass every Sunday, not because I was interested in the eucharist or the priest's sermon, but because it was an hour I dedicated to public fondling of my beautiful girlfriend.
It didn't matter what garment covered her legs, my hands would stop at her pubic area every Sunday. The first time I did it, she got upset and scolded me as we left the temple, but I ignored her complaints and warnings because I was obsessed with giving in to my perversions, and one of them was exciting Mafe during a mass.
I managed it more than once, and without any blush or remorse I say today that it was worth it.
In my head, the idea prevailed that it was like winning a war, in which my fingers equaled troops advancing towards invading the enemy's trench, which was Mafe's vagina. She opposed resistance by pressing her legs together to prevent the advance of my hand, but it was a battle she wasn't ready to win, since there was no army capable of stopping the advance of my hand between her legs.
It used to generate a lot of thrill for me to know that Mafe considered this situation excessively sinful, it would generate a lot of excitement in me the power to be observed by any of the old hags that usually occupy the pews of churches on Sundays; seeing them scandalized only made my obsession grow.
Of course I rewarded Mafe for this. I rewarded her by giving her the position of power and dominance during most of our sex sessions. Although this was beneficial for both of us, since while Mafe let loose her perversions, I overflowed with pleasure from seeing her lustful, shameless, and vicious.
But there was a perversion that dominated me above any other: to fornicate when Mafe had her period. At first she would show reluctance for this to happen, it was as if she felt shame at being able to stain me during intercourse, or from the smell that might emanate from her intimate area, from the simple discomfort caused by having her period, or perhaps because she knew God's word on the topic and preferred to restrain herself.
Whatever she lies on during her menstrual impurity will also be unclean, and whatever she sits on will also be unclean.Leviticus 15:19-23.
But all that was driving me crazy, the fact of seeing my penis covered in that nectar that defines its femininity, the same one that in the Middle Ages were considered as a corrosive poison for the virile member of man.
And with time she was also enjoying the orgasms during those days, saying that it caused her certain relief from the strong menstrual cramps that accompanied her period.
So those sexual encounters with her during her period became routine for us. It was like a habit, a tradition that I think we both looked forward to with anticipation. Especially me, since I developed a strong perversion of penetrating her while she menstruated.
They were truly memorable fucks. Unfortunately, they didn't have the traditional oral sex session that usually gave Mafe to me. I limited myself to touching her and masturbating her, but without my tongue's help. There were also occasions when the situation was reversed, she would provide oral sex. I wasn't obsessed with her blowjobs, but feeling her lips occasionally slide over my cock didn't have any harm.
Of course the best moment was penetration time, since her blood acted as top-level lubricant. This didn't take long to appear, mix with her other fluids, and cover my penis while sliding through her hot pussy. I don't know what my fascination with this was, but it was evident; I totally lost it in that moment when I saw my penis emerge covered in her blood, knowing it would return to her humanity to repeat the ritual over and over again until orgasm.
During her days Mafe was possessed by the spirit of lust, her sexual appetite increased, and the desire to fulfill fantasies were common currency. Those ejaculations, besides being passed through blood, were also characterized by my beautiful Mafe letting loose her fantasies. It seemed then that she had already expanded her repertoire of desires. To be hit and be violated was no longer the only thing she longed for, now Mafe measured herself to fulfill fantasies like fucking on the balcony, even at night hours not to attract so much attention; spattering my torso with her blood, or simply dominating me with a high degree of aggression during sex, including foul language.
It's hard to describe her, but in Mafe that girl with a timid and submissive personality could coexist, at the same time she could turn into a complete depraved one. I loved it when she was like that, when opposing personality traits could converge without losing the essence of who she was.
Chapter 9: The Games of Libido
I had made notable progress with Mafe up until here. Little to nothing of that reserved girl, full of complexes, low self-esteem and her own love remained. Now she was much more confident in herself, and a permanent smile on her face was a sign of her renewed happiness...
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