CAUTION: If you are a religious Christian, please refrain from reading this story. Potentially offensive content ahead.
II.
There we were, the heavenly Virgin standing before me, looking down at me, humble and on my knees before her, kissing the front of her soft legs, holding up her robes. My heart was pounding with nervousness from the wrongness of it all, and yet my thirst for Mary grew with every touch of my lips on her skin, with every kiss.
I didn't know how she would react if I were to lift her gown farther up, but my desire to do so was eating at me. I then stopped kissing her frontal thighs and I sat back to stare straight ahead at the area where I presumed her crotch to be, everything still cloaked by her white gown. I looked up at her as I got both hands ready to lift, grasping the robe firmly.
Mary looked down at me. She was lovely and pleasant, but she wasn't smiling, though, out of sheer nervousness, and she was even blushing a bit at the cheeks. She was so heavenly and beautiful, that I felt butterflies in my breast just from that one passionate look she gave me.
Weeks later, after some research, I would realise an almost uncanny resemblance of her to her Medjugorje depiction, but at that moment, I knew almost nothing about her, and understood only the ineffable beauty of what I saw. Then, she spoke to me in a mellow, even sweeter tone than before.
-Please Marcela, promise me you will not reveal this to anyone. --She said, and before I could answer, she spoke again. --Please don't tell anyone... if anyone should find out what I've been letting you do to me today, the consequences would be dire. The loss of faith among believers would be...
-Don't worry, Mary. --I said, reassuringly. --I will not tell anyone about this, you have my word.
At that moment I also meant to ask her why she had chosen me for this, of all the women in the world, why I had been given this honour by her, but it didn't quite matter, and I didn't want her to change her mind either, so I said nothing, and I went back to staring at the robes which covered her pubic area, hoping she would give me permission to carry on.
-You have my permission... -She finally said timidly, authorising me to lift her gown and see what I longed to see.
I lifted her robe and slowly uncovered her sex, her holy and unique sex, that anatomic equivalent to the Hope Diamond. And it was indeed a diamond in its shape, or rather an inverted triangle of lustrous, black curls that covered her sex almost completely.
Her black, Semitic pubic hair curled aesthetically inwards from both sides of her sex, leaving little to be seen of her vagina. Soon I would see it in all its beauty and splendour, and discover two perfect crimson lips that demanded my kiss upon them, devout and loving.
My heart began pounding again in my chest as I continued to gaze at Mary's beautiful vagina, then I looked up at her gorgeous face, so indescribably divine under her white veil.
As the Virgin timidly looked at me, I saw her cheeks were even more blushed now, but there was still no smile. Mary's face was serious from the rush she was feeling of having another woman so close to her untouched vagina, and my heart pounded in my breast, like a drum.
