Sister Catherine: Ch. 01

I woke to darkness, still convulsing from the ongoing discharge. It felt endless, and as it continued, I noticed that one of Sister Catherine's hands was wrapped around my sex, while my tunic was hiked up past my waist. That part hadn't been a dream. Just as I noticed this, she woke up too.

"What the...?" She pulled her hand away from my sex and towards her creamy white belly, which was basking in the light of the full moon through the windows. It was glistening like basted meat. As I noticed this, one last burst came out of me and landed right on the hand she'd brought to her belly. "Oh my goodness! James!"

We locked eyes as I sought a way to explain myself. Hers said everything; they seemed to be saying 'what have we done,' not 'what have you done,' and the look gave me enough courage to respond brazenly. "Sorry... have you ever seen one?" I let an innocent smile escape my lips, hoping to calm her nerves. She was clearly alarmed.

"One... what?" By this point, the attention of her gaze had moved from mine down to my sex, which she'd so recently been clasping tight against her stomach. Her mouth was slightly agape in a look of awe.

"You know... this." Grabbing it between my thumb and index finger, I wiggled it a little. It was still rock hard. The truth was, I didn't know what to call it. We didn't usually talk about these things in the convent.

"You mean a cock?" The word 'cock' from her mouth shocked me. It sounded so matter-of-fact, yet the way she said it, with a lingering emphasis on the final '-ck' sound, made my... well, my cock, perk up a bit. "And no, I haven't. Well, apart from the little ones on the orphans when we change their diapers." She giggled, her gaze still fastened to my cock. "I've never seen one as big as... this."

Sensing that the mood had shifted, and feeling a little emboldened by the fact that my seed was spattered all over her belly, I went for the big question on my mind. "Are you going to just keep looking at it, or are you going to touch it?"

She looked back up into my eyes like I'd read her mind. "You don't mind? James, I'd hate myself if I did anything to make you uncomfortable."

In response to her question, I grabbed hold of her hand, so small in mine, and brought it to my cock, which had softened a bit since I'd released a few minutes earlier. Even so, Sister Catherine's hand still barely fit all the way around it. At her tender touch, however, it twitched a bit.

"What was that?" she said, startled by the sudden movement.

"He's excited." I smiled down at the sight of Sister Catherine's small hand around my cock, the girth and length of which was increasing by the second. "Feel that? You got him all worked up."

"Oh..." Very gently, she ran her thumb up and down the underside of my cock like she was stroking the chin of a kitten. That really got me going, and before long, my cock was standing at its full height. This seemed to alarm Sister Catherine, whose face I noticed was now closer to it than when she began stroking, eyes wide and utterly entranced. "Oh dear... Can you go back to sleep when he's all worked up like that?"

Sensing where this was going, I saw my opportunity and jumped on it. "Probably not... Maybe you can help him settle down?"

At this, she began to loosen her grip on my cock, misunderstanding my meaning. "Anything."

"No, not like that," I told her, wrapping my hand firmly around hers. "Like this."

Ever so gently, I took her hand in mine and guided it up and down my cock. When I wanted her to go faster, I sped up. When I wanted her to squeeze harder, I squeezed harder. "It's so much bigger than I imagined," she said after a few quiet moments of this, struggling to maintain a firm grip on my massive, semen-coated cock.

Imagined...? Had she imagined something like this happening? "Well," I said, "Maybe try both hands?"

Without missing a beat, she brought her other hand down and around my cock. Now she had a firm grip. Watching her squeeze my cock between her small hands gave me the urge to squeeze something too. So, trusting her enough to get me to the finish line, I unwrapped my hand from around hers and reached for her nearest breast. After giving it a good squeeze, I began running my thumb over the nipple, which was fully erect. Before I could ask if this was okay, she let out a sensuous moan and gave my cock a passionate tug. "Oh, James. That feels incredible."

"You feel incredible," I responded with abundant pleasure. Enlivened by the positive affirmation, she got up and kneeled between my legs, tightening her grip on my cock and quickening her strokes. "Just like that. Oh, Sister Catherine, I'm so close. Don't stop. Uhhhhnnnghh."

Even though Sister Catherine's face had been well over a foot from the head of my cock, the first spurt still hit her right in the eye. "Oh!" she said in surprise, laughing out of shock. Then, not knowing how else to stem the flow, she made the split second decision to cover my overflowing cock with her mouth. "Mmmmph!" was all I heard as the second shot hit the back of her throat, but still she made no move to remove my swollen cock from her fully packed mouth. After a few more seconds, I finally finished spurting, and she came up for air. As we made passionate eye contact, she swallowed loudly.

"Wow," I said, feeling like no words could do her justice. "That was incredible. How's the taste?"

She thought for a moment. "Hmm..." Then, bringing her semen-coated index finger to her lips, she licked it while staring me straight in the eyes. "Pretty good, actually. Like fresh oysters."

We stayed like that for a few moments, staring deeply into each other's eyes in rapt silence. After a few moments, I was the one to finally break the silence. "Maybe we should go back to sleep?"

She responded like she'd been woken from a stupor. "Oh, um, yes, that seems like a good idea." She got out from between my legs and rolled over to her side of the bed. "Goodnight, James."

"Goodnight, Sister Catherine," I responded, pulling my tunic down over my cock. For at least the next thirty minutes, I laid there completely still and wide awake, reliving the experience. I had never felt such immense pleasure in my life. Next to me, I noticed, Sister Catherine was tossing and turning endlessly. It was clear to me that she wasn't asleep, and at one point she let forth a sigh of frustration so loud that I couldn't help but break the silence. "What's the matter?"

"Sorry." She started to say something more and stopped. "It's just that I--it's nothing."

I sat up in bed next to her, making it clear that I wasn't going to settle for such a nonanswer. "No, really, Sister Catherine, what is it? You can tell me anything."

"Okay, well..." She paused, deciding how to best phrase what was coming next. "You know how you were all worked up earlier? And I helped calm you down... down there?"

"Yeah..."

"Well. What if I told you that now I'm all worked up? To the point where I can't sleep."

I felt my stomach drop as I imagined it... her glistening wetness. "Then I'd ask if there's anything I can do to help you settle down."

She pondered this for a moment, unsure if her next question was an appropriate one to ask. I took hold of her hand, hoping to quell her tentativeness. "I mean it, Sister Catherine. Anything."

Then she said it, pausing a few times out of embarrassment for what she was about to ask. "Would you mind... doing to me... what I did to you... earlier?"

"I thought you'd never ask." And just like that, my hand was underneath the covers, reaching for the wetness between her warm thighs. Feeling my way blindly through this new untracked region of hers, I pulled apart the two swollen lips I found there with two of my fingers, then slowly glided my fingers up and down their whole perimeter. She sucked in a quick breath of air and held it for a moment, then exhaled with a moan. "What are these called?" I asked. "These lips?"

"My... my labia," she whispered in response.

I applied a little bit of pressure to her labia, sussing my way through her sex. "Are your labia where you feel the most... pleasure?"

"My pearl."

"Your pearl?"

"My pearl. That's where I feel the most pleasure." Taking hold of my index finger, she brought it deeper into her wetness. The tip of my finger landed right on a small button of moist flesh, around which she rotated my finger very slowly in hers. "Right there. Oh, James. Uhhnnngh. Go slow."

She was fully on her back now, both her hands fondling her breasts. With my free hand, I pulled back the covers all the way to get a closer look at her naked body in the moonlight. Her hips writhed back and forth in sync with my finger on her pearl. Rearranging myself in order to get a better view, I brought my face within less than a foot of her sex and breathed in its tangy aroma. Just below the pearl, I noticed a narrow slit that was oozing a milky white substance onto the bed. I wanted nothing more in that moment than to lap it all up with my tongue. Moving my finger down from her pearl, I felt along the soaking wet slit and slipped two of my fingers into the first knuckle. Her insides immediately tightened around me, and I heard a soft, long moan issue from her mouth.

Caught up in the moment, I removed my fingers from her slit after moving them in and out a few times and brought them to her lips--her mouth's lips--which were open in a perfect "O." As she inhaled the smell of her sex at her lips, I stuck my dripping wet fingers into her mouth. She closed her lips around them and sucked every drop of her sex from my fingers. "How the taste?" I asked for the second time that night.

"See for yourself." Sister Catherine sat up, her eyes level with mine. Then, without pausing, she grabbed my chin and brought my lips to hers. Apart from the dream I'd had earlier that night, it was my first kiss, and it was a sloppy one. Her mouth opened in mine, and I felt her tongue slip in, followed by a mouthful of savory juice. And just like that, her tongue was gone. As she pulled away from the kiss, her eyes locked on mine with a fiery intensity. "So?"

I thought for a moment, swishing the slick juice around in my mouth. "Not quite sure. I think I need a better taste." Then, palming her neck, I pushed her head back down onto the pillow and began dragging my tongue down her navel.

Sister Catherine's whole body writhed underneath my hand on her neck as she groaned in pleasure. "Ohhh, James! Show me what you can do with that tongue." With my other hand, I gripped one of her thighs and pulled it up as high as it could go, spreading her legs apart. Her slit swelled in and out in expectation, but first I kissed up and down the thigh I held in my hand. Her hand found its way to the back of my head and pushed it against her thigh. "Mmmm," she whispered. "I want you to bite me." Gladly. I grabbed the meatiest part of her thigh between my teeth, and she let out a playful squeal in response. "Now taste me for real," she said firmly.

As I approached her slit with my tongue, I began to circle around the labia with a slow rhythm. Sister Catherine moaned in anticipation, so I kept at it. She wasn't ready for my tongue quite yet. As I circled, I noticed a milky white substance dripping down her taint and licked it up. "Ohhh, James," she moaned. "I can't take it anymo--"

Cutting her off, I reversed course and dragged my tongue straight up her slit and towards her pearl. The moment my tongue landed on her pearl, Sister Catherine let loose a wail of overwhelming pleasure. I brought the hand that had been on her neck up to her mouth and covered it. "Shhhh..." I whispered into her pearl. She opened her mouth to moan again, so I slid three of my fingers into her mouth.

"You juhs feel... so... guhhhhh." Unable to finish her sentence, Sister Catherine ran her fingers through my scalp and grabbed a tuft of my hair. "Fasuhhh... faster!"

I retracted my hand from her mouth and grabbed hold of her ass with both hands, pulling her entire pelvis towards me. Then I really began to work with my tongue, dancing along the pearl clockwise, counterclockwise, and side to side. Sister Catherine bucked and wailed, but I didn't back off at all, maintaining my firm grip on her ass.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" she screamed, slapping her hand against the mattress with each utterance of the word. "Oh, James, you're going to make me come!"

Thrusting her hips a whole foot off the mattress, Sister Catherine ground her dripping wet sex against my tongue, which kept working faster and faster. With one hand I squeezed her ass cheek, while with the other, I gave the other cheek a few hard slaps then grabbed hold of her breast, thumbing the nipple. "Oh James, I'm cuhhmhmmmuhhhhh."

Suddenly, an electric spasm passed through her entire body, and her wetness got even wetter. "Mmm," I said, lapping up every tasty morsel of her juice. Through all of this, Sister Catherine didn't make a sound as she entered a state of bliss into which I couldn't follow. She shook uncontrollably, breathing neither in nor out. Then, after a few moments of this, she sucked in a big gulp of air like she'd almost drowned.

"Huhhhh," she exhaled audibly. "James. That was... everything." I stayed down there for a few moments, nuzzling her wetness with my nose, then departed with a final kiss on her pearl.

"I'm glad I could return the favor," I said as my eyes met hers. "We've been at this for hours. I think it's time we get some sleep. How about a goodnight kiss?"

She smiled, then brought her mouth to within an inch of mine. "Gladly," she whispered, then lunged in for a long, wet kiss. As I pulled away from the kiss after a few moments, her teeth closed around my lower lip and pulled at it playfully. "Goodnight, handsome," she said as she fell back into the pillow beside me. "See you in my dreams."

To be continued...